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This ain’t good for you kid
Better think it over
Think you’ll make a few quid
They’ll gut you like a sucker
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Conversations are turning me blind,
Ruminations upon a disguise,
Who is leading and who shall be led,
Here’s some money now give me consent.
And the grey has invaded the rain,
Empty streets now shall glimmer in pain,
Wash my hands but my mind is insane,
I hear your footsteps as you walk towards fame.
Walls of stone that were chiselled by a gang,
Thieves of Albion entrenched in the game,
Of who shall eat and who thus shall obey,
Is it any different in this day and age.
And the grey has invaded the rain,
Empty streets now shall glimmer in pain,
Wash my hands but my mind is insane,
I hear your footsteps as you walk towards fame.
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Say Nothing
03:46
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The rain has come
Our things undone
And the roads that lead out of here
The anxious one
The broken gun
And a ministry of sex and fear
Inside this very mind
It is so empty and vast
and impossible to ever die
What do they know
These seeds they sow
Tangled vines that grow through our hair
It feels so slow
An undertow
And its pulling down the things we know
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I.C.T. Messenger Adelaide, Australia
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