Thursday, March 5, 2015

delivered to the city, a new beginning, not power and the glory in the name of the enemy

i'm not yer fuckin' boy
this is a story
about seven eleven at seven in the morning
they barely stand or talk
maybe they're made of the same plastic
that goes into the fucking bagging system
well i aint red white and blue
because my heart had a say every day
why don't you walk on through?

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