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The gas
I know you're out there
Stomping my way
In your nazi boots
Your nasty heart
And your nasty soul
Cutting my life
With barbed wire
Sliding my arm
Into a number tattoo
I know you're out there
Hoisting your flag
Shouting your anthem
Your robot soldiers
Metal helmets
Monster arms
Rolling tanks
Over my soul
My poor soul
And you forgot, you forgot,
You forgot to turn off the gas
Stomping my way
In your nazi boots
Your nasty heart
And your nasty soul
Cutting my life
With barbed wire
Sliding my arm
Into a number tattoo
I know you're out there
Hoisting your flag
Shouting your anthem
Your robot soldiers
Metal helmets
Monster arms
Rolling tanks
Over my soul
My poor soul
And you forgot, you forgot,
You forgot to turn off the gas
Published 1st Sep 2013
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1st Sep 2013 12:37pm
1st Sep 2013 10:49pm
1st Sep 2013 11:44pm
Words are cheap but not yours!
You are always supportive
and here so thank you.
Kind rgs
Rice
You are always supportive
and here so thank you.
Kind rgs
Rice
19th Oct 2015 00:19am
The forces of repression approach, and their arrival is imminent. Mundane concerns (turning off the gas) might be some comfort or a symptom of denial. Fine work!
