We've lost weight,
and our faces are pale
to hide our aim,
we protect the ace,
with the strength of our mase,
they said we shouldn't talk
Just some minutes to eight,
Pure water and cigarattes,
Not so much at stake,
like a dozen empty crates,
waiting for a bait,
but they said we shouldn't talk
We stood next to the gate,
and five men approached us,
with conspiracy theories
that made our heads burst,
out flowing with disgust and distrust,
but they said we shouldn't talk
They said,
hope for Gods grace,
Like the coperate slaves,
big ties and long sleaves,
or banshee wailing upon hills,
this is pure craze!
we are gaurds of this gates
and you say we shouldn't talk?
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
We've lost weight,
and our faces are pale
to hide our aim,
we protect the ace,
with the strength of our mase,
they said we shouldn't talk
Just some minutes to eight,
Pure water and cigarattes,
Not so much at stake,
like a dozen empty crates,
waiting for a bait,
but they said we shouldn't talk
We stood next to the gate,
and five men approached us,
with conspiracy theories
that made our heads burst,
out flowing with disgust and distrust,
but they said we shouldn't talk
They said,
hope for Gods grace,
Like the coperate slaves,
big ties and long sleaves,
or banshee wailing upon hills,
this is pure craze!
we are gaurds of this gates
and you say we shouldn't talk?
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