now is the time for gathering
stones slay a tyrant or two in the name of
freedom cracked skulls and broken bones are the price we pay for disobedience but in this black economy only troubles are free
my heart is emptied out my hands are loaded with bricks there’s
riot going on inside my head a revolution on
my doorstep someone fetch a
doctor I’m haemorrhaging violent potential
maybe I’m sick from being locked
in or crazy resentful of being shut out I need a lover to paint my garlands blue this ring of roses is slowly choking me so come share my cup it could be our last we’ll dance together one more time and draw lots for the first stone cast
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