Who can release such metals?
out upon us all?
some time and space bomb
predated to settle with
unsettling precision
we see them to the door
split you the good lord
hit you
you had a chance you chose to clothe
your body in a militant strapped stance
a chance
got violent it was condoned
saw yourself going to be cloned
not sure where you're going
but it's not alone
out in the desert heat
white as a sheet
under the sun
burning
all but the flag
we cannot forgive you
your violent nature
we used you for
tax dollars well
spent
must you forgive
yourself you let
your blood run cold you
find your way
you will
or you won't
it's up to you
what says the door
kissing off an ammo
whore
out into the fire
ashes in your wake
breathing but not awake
murderous material mayhem
polished out your hate
crazed mother
scared so scared
so far from getting straight
our tears come of your hate
your tears come of our hate
what you gonna say?
nothing
cause you're down
half-dead
caught the
boomerang
by the
head
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