hey you, this means war
we're gonna show you our festering
one for you and two for them is
not enough, not
You know I want so badly to believe in unity
I
My friends have jobs that they hate
But they show up
Another Sunday morning sermon
(I won’t be there)
Another blasted pastor
(I won
Haven’t slept in seven days, I gotta keep my story
All hands on deck and off my neck
Mutiny plagues, my
Eighty proof, a hundred proof
Undiluted by the truth
How much proof
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