The brokenbrained and brokenhearted
Having bled the blues
Tear the world and
The lecture began as a show tune
He has a program
Keep me in charge
And I'll break us apart
No, I don't
A punishing figure
Ruled like an heir
Once a believer in despair
Now
You might never resist
You might always exist in a state
I am still, recovered
You almost tasted my ire
She and I
Kill the magistrate for me
Prisoners and virgins bleed
Arm the classes
Starve
Gravel in the street
Shoestring century of abandoned pride
Remember how we
You keep saying, "wait 'til next November"
You keep calling me
Come now, come now
Wakened by fear
We're getting out of here
Getting
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