Self preserved while the bodies float up
And the hard luck follows them all down the well
So unoriginal and under the spell you can only die
Under the sun the fragilist buckle under the prejudice
You live for stone cold war
It’s not like I just walked into the school with a gun
And said you’re all under arrest
You can cut the flowers and false pretense
Recorded hours of evidence will never come to be
Never drip from this mouth this face
Shoot so silver
Some words of finality
‘Twas an isolated incident
A sham
A sham
Take from it all that you will
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