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Liberate
Liberate me or I'll do it myself.
Break the rules but never the chains.
Shame, the links are thick and forged from hell.
How long? Break the rules but never the chains.
Never the same, shifting forms and trading faces.
Dolled up broad in scary places chases across the hot traces of our humanity.
And the lie we believe is we are what we make it.
We are victims of our own device in this sense of a serious cynical meltdown.
And knelt down we kick them.
Worth less than a sixpence, bad luck and bad cards.
No friends then, just memories and battle scars.
Break the rules but never the chains.
Shame, the links are thick and forged from hell.
How long? Break the rules but never the chains.
Never the same, shifting forms and trading faces.
Dolled up broad in scary places chases across the hot traces of our humanity.
And the lie we believe is we are what we make it.
We are victims of our own device in this sense of a serious cynical meltdown.
And knelt down we kick them.
Worth less than a sixpence, bad luck and bad cards.
No friends then, just memories and battle scars.
Published 3rd Oct 2012
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