Who
I'm chomping at the bit
Claiming validity
Up on my soapbox, a leader
The more swelled our tongues became
My lungs begin to tear
Your tongue twist perverse
Some people live to destroy me
Led rats through the streets
Entering a near
Faceless as the snow
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