Like a butt crushed underfoot
What am I to you with
Sit speak rollover beg
March on following
Building on a crumbling foundation
Sit
Is this what we've killed for all our lives
Is this
As days dwindle
Tempers rise
Blinding our enemies with
The gouging out of
As the walls came crumbling down
With baffled looks they wondered
What
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