In the season of the endless sun we’re all gonna burn. You could be part of the solution but you don’t want to learn. You don’t listen to the voice that tells you, “You don’t have to fuck the ones that sell you.” You’re not worth more when other’s lives are cheap. Just ‘cause your eyes are closed don’t mean you’ll die in your sleep. Line up the victims for the sacrifice; “There’ll be time to grieve.” But it’s getting so we don’t think twice—I’m telling you, I can’t breathe!

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