Switch of the falls.
Cover the sounds by heavy warnings.
Remove the landscape,
pretend it's allright outside.
All kinds of weard paradise,
vicious deciders have built for sheep,
You might like to customise.
I don't care if they shoot me,
They ought not to miss me.
It Could just be their bravest major
act of sincerity !
Tear down the speeches of the walls,
add to your emptiness another pleasure
icon.
Be converted into evil facts so no one
can negociate.
All your needs will reach king size.
Who the next virus you invent will
intoxicate ?
None of us can notice how well you
disguise.
Settle down anywhere an entertaining
conflict and activate the machine guns
of benefits.
Don't Forget to encourage native funerals to be optimised!
I don't care if they shoot me.
They ought not to miss me.
It could just be their bravest major act
of sincerity !
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