Arguing fools recite the passages freely, explaining the distance between the apparent truths and the falsities, that both, we manufacture from our own virtuous experiences.
Standing in line, Standing in Line , Standing IN Line.
Standing in line, Standing in Line , Standing IN Line.
Do not worry, you are next, you are a worthy piece to your very destruction.
The famed scribbles of a madman, living simply to die, this has become our triumph, the belief in the illusions at large, concealed insanity dribbling from the mouths of murderers.
Its all not right.
These comforts are suffocating the unifying voice we share,
its the only instrument we have left,
the fear of a meaningful representation of all individuals will grip every numb worthless soul, and soon count it among the dead if left unchanged,
they are only vanishing reminders of what has been taken from our hands
and given for their mouths
to savagely masticate our fullest patriotic sacrifice.
the self.
