A gift of a thistle
Song of the day;;
The emptiness that burns inside
See how they run, see how they hide
All the animals come out at night
All the animals come out at night
Just a slave to the city
To indulge in the pity
The opaque substitution
For a real revolution
Strength in numbers
No one will come between us
Strength in numbers
No one will come between us
Strength in numbers
No one will come between us
Strength in numbers
No one will come between us
The human use of human beings
With dead emotions you fail to see
The adrenaline, it burns a hole
The adrenaline, it burns a hole
Just a slave to the city
To indulge in the pity
The opaque substitution
For a real revolution
Strength in numbers
No one will come between us
Strength in numbers
No one will come between us [x8]
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School starts tomorrow. Fucking yay.
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