We’ll say, we can work it out. Let them pay the cost. There’s no love lost and now they’re waiting for your answers. The useless cavity pressed between your teeth with racist tongues. Know exactly what’s at stake when they’re not welcome. You’re hesitating, a nation of the southern mess and ocean graves. We’re not the only ones. That’s it, never give it thought when we can play it off as extremist left wing shit. No need we are the chosen ones. We’ll stoke the fire to get it done. There’s blood running through the waves of our off shore barricade. A generation lost at sea while we debate the answers. Lost in apologies. Last chance when you’re fight to be clear, what seems like common sense and empathy. We’re all part of the same cruel fate. When the captain is asleep and the wheel is driven by your money and greed. Last chance when you’re trying to be honest with yourself.
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