you’d better look sharp
you’d better stand tall you make yourself a target if they see you crawl you know where we’re at it’s not your first bloody nose and it won’t be your last smell that? that’s the stench of fear I can smell it everywhere it’s that year zero fragrance a bitter concoction that’s been a long time brewing in this war between ideologies you’d
better choose your enemies before
they choose you they got your name
and number there’s nowhere you can
hide coz revolution is fomenting in the universal mind
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