These are the lives of our days
Tattered Dreams and Shattered creeds
These the the whys of our haze
Burn your bridges and candy village
You will be free no more
Rape your women and stores to pillage
A prisoner of your own war
So please, I ask, I beg you
See the ways you are wrong
For these days are hard
And these nights are wrong
And know you will never fit my shoe
Shattered dreams and tattered sleeves
These are the lies of our days
Tattered Dreams and Shattered Creeds
You have become your own slave






heh heh heh heh
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go look at that. it's trippy XD
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You might just as well give in and save sanity for later"
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