Service sector populate. I bail out on your hate war. Disparity's sweet justice. On the rock of sarcasm. . This is dark nothing you. Can do to stop this damn thing now.
Sorry, I have to go away. The path for me just keeps moving on. I walk for days in fevers hot and grave. Lord knows we've paid. . But when the times are hard.
I'm the hard luck kid, throw the bones on the fire. Tear holes through worlds makin' change through violence. Who's really runnin' the place you call home.