Last chance as we fight again. Last chance and you’ll think of something quick again. Of course you fucking care. Bring out your corpses. This time as we fight again. The lies aren’t worth cash they spent. Again. Your single point. Your argument. We’ve got no choice. You’re just like me. Bring out your corpses. Bring out your dead. Can’t say we’ll never fight again. So think of something, or I’ll think of something quick. Can’t rest incomplacency. With shifting truth from your faux democracy. Fake this like you don’t have a choice. And just sit this one out and you’ll see how much will change. And now I’m never backing down. So forge another sound.