Eyes of Glass - 2011/09/14

The wankers came
They hit us hard
They rule us now
We are fucktards

The booze flowed
So we got smashed
Laughing it up
As others clashed

The drugs shipped
Everybody got high
Are there raindrops
Or tears in the sky

Supplies diminished
We opened our eyes
Finally sober enough
To point out the lies

Here in a dingy room
Shitty stained walls
The stench was truth
Listening took balls

It is time to sleep
In a moth eaten bed
Or to burn it clean
With hands and head

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