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Head cut off Mouth ripped out Left without a way to cough Without a way to pout Forced to keep quiet By the rulers of the ears No place to riot People are running from their own fears Officials hate a mess People don’t like a lot of wrecks So the only way is to suppress At least in the eyes of the press
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
“Eyes Of The Press”
Head cut off Mouth ripped out Left without a way to cough Without a way to pout Forced to keep quiet By the rulers of the ears No place to riot People are running from their own fears Officials hate a mess People don’t like a lot of wrecks So the only way is to suppress At least in the eyes of the press
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21/M/Chicago IL
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
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