3/8/19

Mute


Lift up the highways.
Put them on cement towers.
This is lonleyland.
None of that Twisted Sister.
Mute the King of Pop.

Justice is served to ashes too.
Along with bleeding hearts.
Cry for the poor again.
They can't afford tears.
Their eyes are dry.

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