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throw out the old traditional romance

im sick of the politics and demograpahics

cause this one is a gun about to go off in my head

murder me by morning or dont talk to me again



my plans for this future do not involve the liars

but truth is in a shortage for the seasons we're provided,

better wait until november when the heat evaporates

as for now im disagreeing with the rules and regulations



advancement as an oppurtunity does not exist

im waiting for someone who can show me all the benefits

a better and new standand that stands up to the pressure

its almost so convincing you'd think they're all just actors



well god bless the money and the power it can give you

god bless the children who dont have to wintess poverty

and god bless the victims who work to become healthy

and god bless the burgouise for being all so wealthy



so reap and sow your taxes to be bought back by demand

evaluate your choices and prepare yourself for slavery

its a long hike to the top and the peak is always distant

but beyond the bullshit promise there in lies an alibi to all this