anchor your knees. wave your white flags
pose in kow tow.
bow your head down. see your new home?
boot hill will soon be occupied i guarantee it
terra will know terror at its finest
i will gladly acquaint the two
i'm tired of chasing sorrows with sorrows
and of course arrows chasing arrows chasing morrows
apathy shows its ugly face.
where sympathy is common place.
what a wonderful world laid to waste
now we will see the end of days.
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