I am throes of my denial,logic in me crumbles,i take
Learning ways to fly, just never too high to die,
I taste the tear to numb the fear
Trapped by the
All passenger prepare the game ritual:
There once was a man
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Every man will ask the questions,
and every man will suffer
I think therefore I am, I live and so I
I hate you, the pigs who turn the screws,
I hate
On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine,
he was unarmed
There's no control in the world today, and there's still
