and this is
where the sheep go to slaughter
i see a room full of a passion
within a closet of pity
well, i see we here
walking through in a hazy hasbeen
my face sardonically saying
honestly, take my happens
i notice they make heroes out of
fall guys
pistolwhippers out of small fries
take mine, i failed honesty
the view from up here gives way
to haydays and in ten ways
prevents the recruitment
of wishing well penny savers
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