TIME IN THE TIME
IT CHANGES EVERY BODY EVERY THING
IT SEES THERES CHANGES EVERYWHERE NOW
EVEN CHANGES IN ME THEY MAKE BOTOX TO
STOP THE FACE WITH THE HANDS NO BLOCKS
FOR THE FATHER HES A MIGHTY OLD MAN
WITH EVERY TICK EVERY TOCK HE FORCES
HI HAND ALL THATS ALIVE IS HIS SHIFTING
SAND SOME WILL COMPAIR IT TO A BOTTLE O
WINE NUTHING GETS BETTER IN POVERTYS
HARD GRIND
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