Were ripping out our organs in the face of danger were burning Georgia were burning Georgia, for the lust of freedom and glory. We have to tear it all down before we Bring it back again. We are the young and haggard suffering from dementia. Young and haggard, soak me in acid To stop the skin From melting away Melting away No one has been proven guilty But I suspect you Your minds are made of marble Your minds are made of marble. Your to concerned to know So I will take on all your heroes Doubtful gasps of oxygen, excuse my breath Excuse my breath from her waistband. Tightly separate these fictional fucking voices. These fictional fucking voices
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