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You do the combat math, I'm the war artist You can't take your shots back, I have to watch them miss The basketball rim shook like a tambourine Not an

Raise high monolithic statues so fragile As they fall, I am ever enthralled Gaze, lie and smirk in time Your arrogance will suit you well 'Til fashion

I used to get sick with solitude I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi ho at the end of my rope

Rows and rows of crosses Standing in the sand Statues of the fallen Watching over this land The tombs of unknown soldiers Lay tilted in decay Another

Fuel is running, fuel is coming Fuel is running down my face The line, the line, the line is drawn It won't be long We have to be strong Before they

One voice, one world It's time the masses are heard Sever attacks, paralyzed flesh Faint chance, public unrest Poison globe corps decay No final message

Crawling through these streets at night Can't stand looking at the lights Voices ringing in my head Should I keep living or playing dead As I watch this

hey miscarriage i was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave but the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell they're all, "hey now what's that sound

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