Support your local drug dealer, **** your local poets
Protest the local governance
and burn your houses to the ground
We don't need them anymore, not where we're going
So rise to your feet and sweep away the apathy
this is a call to arms, your swollen scarred weather-beaten arms
Take your loved ones and dispel your desires
the Id and Ego will die soon
and we can bury them beneath the beetroot
blood red desires of the human psyche dissipate
All your instinct are an lies
Here in lies,
a truth you despise
Oh, the world in your eyes
After death, again we can rise
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
Support your local drug dealer, **** your local poets
Protest the local governance
and burn your houses to the ground
We don't need them anymore, not where we're going
So rise to your feet and sweep away the apathy
this is a call to arms, your swollen scarred weather-beaten arms
Take your loved ones and dispel your desires
the Id and Ego will die soon
and we can bury them beneath the beetroot
blood red desires of the human psyche dissipate
All your instinct are an lies
Here in lies,
a truth you despise
Oh, the world in your eyes
After death, again we can rise
Full Title: There Was Once An Old Man That Walked With Strident Gait and He Had Wild ****** Features and I Saw Him Everyday As I Walked To School But We Never Spoke and I Sometimes Still See Him, Walking Passionately and Wearing Bright New Trainers With A Smile on His Face and Fists Clenched But Swinging at His Side, Though I Haven't Seen Him For A While and I Realised That One Day He Might Die and I Won't See Him Again
