>I did my time, and I want out
>So effusive, fade, it doesn't cut
>The soul is not so vibrant
>The reckoning, the sickening
>Packaging subversion
>Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
>Go drill your deserts
>Go dig your graves
>Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
>Sinking in, getting smaller again
>I'm done, it has begun
>I'm not the only one
>And the rain will kill us all
>We throw ourselves against the wall
>But no one else can see
>The preservation of the martyr in me
>Psychosocial
>Psychosocial
>Psychosocial
Bravo Hawley!