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Sep 11
We’re sick of your lies
We’re sick of our frame
We’re sick of your blame
We’re sick of your lack of shame…

We’re sick of your hideous, righteous twist
We’re sick of your negligent noose
We’re waiting for it to trip back on you…
We’re waiting for you to tell the truth
Seismic Nought
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