It's no wonder we're all scared. When our submission makes demands. And who the hell are you. Is it asked or forced to do. . Do you pray for holiness.
Where were you the day they stole our innocence?. And arranged a sacrifice for everyone in town.. To bore(?) the words yet to be written underground. To save the money on the kerosene they need..
I've seen it before. Everyone seems eloquently bored. The laughter stops and starts again too forced. So what's the use in trying anymore. Nothing makes you stop and notice.
Breathe,. Breathe in the burning air. Then sigh,. Be relieved there's nothing there. . We were free. Long before your free advice. Now the flags,. They will burn in paradise.
Relax, just sit back and absorb. Make sure you've got all that you can't afford. Listen for your cue to help you deal with the shame. It makes you wonder who is holding on to the reigns.
Find myself through the sight of a gun. And selling war never looked so fun. Stand in line for the latest attraction. Dressed in murder like it's hip and in fashion!.