No drips can sustain
An aching wake, unbearable pain
Under, above and inside
This won't stop, I can't hide
Human nature is never ******* natural
So I grab what I can fit in to my satchel
Run
Run from what I thought was new
An idea in the end misconstrewed
But what becomes of this so called revolution
Just another fascist
With the same solution
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
No drips can sustain
An aching wake, unbearable pain
Under, above and inside
This won't stop, I can't hide
Human nature is never ******* natural
So I grab what I can fit in to my satchel
Run
Run from what I thought was new
An idea in the end misconstrewed
But what becomes of this so called revolution
Just another fascist
With the same solution
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