Many boots are trambling down The harvest of this year With arrogance these men destroy They seem without a care Children crying, People dying Environment
Mother tell your children Not to follow my example I am from a generation who's Got the X factor in it's head Get your phone, dial the number One hundred
I'm not curious anymore Now I am for sure I took the left hand path, Towards a mental shore Destiny is at my feet I dive into a sea Waves are uplifting
What are you afraid of When do you want to make a stand You fear God will reject you Of entering the promised land You are weak, fear the open road You
Stop your bullshit I will never be your friend Stop convincing me Why don't you understand That you are an asshole without hope That you belong at the
Why don't you follow me Up on this hill See if you know This thing I see.....Called pain You've heard this shit before The risk is up to you You've seen
I need control of time, My head's exploding now I've lost the grip of it, It's getting out of hand It's overwhelming me, Schedule is full of shit, Can
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I still remember you And what you wanted too So many years ahead The world belonged to you I still believe in you And what you want to do The things
kings: A brainless clown The prior stuck in the eiderdown and I had to witness! The piper played a dancing tune and all came out on Harvest Moon Altars
red cunt of time And I wait for him too To take me to the house and the harvest Where the children wait Where silence scrams Immaculate red phases
I gave pause to the world and now they complain it's raining cats and dogs, Leaving bloodthirsty strategists with their backs to the red cross The bet
