Down with THEM

February 20, 2020

There's always this huge enemy, right?

We're mad and we're pulling our fists and we fight

Like it's what we were made for

Like we're robots of candor

Only, truth is, I hate you

And you're an opressor

The terms of debate?

Depends on the weather

The issues are real,

That's for certain

But in the meanwhile

D'ya think we could pull the violence curtain?

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