I’ve run out of excuses for this wretched society
I’m tired of trying to cast it in a good light
This is not about manners or simple impropriety
but rather an impenitent obstruction of the light
liberty sweet liberty your torch is long since doused
guess I’ll get my taste of living in a police state
when will they finally tear down the halls where she once housed
when will I find at last their meal on my plate
I’m not a stitch closer to a solution for this culture
And hell it doesn’t seem like most particularly want it
So I just shade my eyes and scan the skies for circling vultures
Guess when the times comes if I’ve got ball I’ll punt it
what
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