all we are is politics
dumbshits and their presidents
stories of gods and money, leaders and lies
no matter how much we know
theres no where for us to go
save the witches
do think that god can smell the cigarettes
as he as slowly kisses my neck
eat skin and piss and all parts in between
praise your god and part the sea
its my decision if i want to live anymore
i could spread my brain
all over this floor
save the witches
in this crusade we will die too
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