What is it that we're paying for
How did it go so wrong
We missed the turn to righteousness
Left humming that 'ole sad song
The rows of desolation
Laid our for us to choose
Which one we ask is ours
With little left to loose
The joker and the thief were there
Both grinning selfishly
The lots were cast between them
Knowing who it'd be
A'hah,you think you're something
I heard one of them say
We've got you where we want you
This globe is ours to save
Her art was left on vellum
In graphite number two
The sun did set it shimmering
Our chins upon our chests.
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 11:42 AM UTC
What is it that we're paying for
How did it go so wrong
We missed the turn to righteousness
Left humming that 'ole sad song
The rows of desolation
Laid our for us to choose
Which one we ask is ours
With little left to loose
The joker and the thief were there
Both grinning selfishly
The lots were cast between them
Knowing who it'd be
A'hah,you think you're something
I heard one of them say
We've got you where we want you
This globe is ours to save
Her art was left on vellum
In graphite number two
The sun did set it shimmering
Our chins upon our chests.
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