electric faux fur

Oh,
Prideful monsters we must fall for everything to stand.
Replace the calf with only things grown from the land
But dose this really change a thing?

You asked if I could compromise,
But I have already sold enough of myself
This is all I have to cling to so
Please do not invite me back!

It’s too late drop that backwards monkey act.
The writing was on the walls but we covered it up with something cheep.
Spun the dreamer back around to see some light brushing on the face of one of the last children still breathing.
All that we know is an echo of the truth, may it burn for us to be forgiven.
Slam the chairs push over tables this will end in distress we know no better way.

I swear this will all end like winter, but if you reject this could be fall…

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