Torn in disarray, hear now what I say. Brand your people, let them go. Send them on their way. Worn the fired plead, give them what they need. Kill your people let them die.
Train-train burning like a absolute,. Drunk with the love of the fire. Brain-brain burning and the leather boot.. Kicking like he never gets tired....
Wake a little woozy, feeling shitty. Overdone, overtired. Walking like you lose, just shitty. Wherever you go. . Are you happy with the congregation?.