Secret secret, they're shooting blanks. Well, it's tell or be told, sell or be sold. We could spend years trying to come to grips with the jargon of this sinking ship, before we learn how to swim. And I'm all lost, in a supermarket. I'm all lost again. If we can breathe bullets for ammunition, then killing of the likes of you will be our mission. Let's take this life boat and set sail. Set sail. How did we help you today, how did we turn you away, if self esteems not a tangible dream. Then we'll fucking burn their magazines, we'll fucking smash all of their t.v. screens, and someday I'd like to believe that when we look in the mirror we're not consider naive.

 

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