By Arcassin Burnham
Unloyal Friends,
but its not true colors,
Its a just gray background with a lower contrast,
Like the dirt that they throw at you,
When they show them,
For Pete sake save the arguing for the upper class,
Or at least that's what they claim to be,
But emotionally,
Their afraid,
Of what the world and society has to offer,
New order in here,
That Entered the room,
With a little bit a *****
Celebrating how the world is ruined,
So drink up,
And let the devils nectar fill your stomach,
And have zues,
Tie a noose,
Around his neck,
To escape the dying truth,
Cause I don't deal.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Unloyal Friends,
but its not true colors,
Its a just gray background with a lower contrast,
Like the dirt that they throw at you,
When they show them,
For Pete sake save the arguing for the upper class,
Or at least that's what they claim to be,
But emotionally,
Their afraid,
Of what the world and society has to offer,
New order in here,
That Entered the room,
With a little bit a *****
Celebrating how the world is ruined,
So drink up,
And let the devils nectar fill your stomach,
And have zues,
Tie a noose,
Around his neck,
To escape the dying truth,
Cause I don't deal.
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