Idols built on forgotten crime... GLORIFIED, immortalized... from the throne, to her people... to these withered roots... TALKING HEADS, TALKING SHIT... somebody change the station... first we must change our minds!... we're finally taking back our sight... TURN IT OFF, PULL THE PLUG... painting a picture to pacify... consolidate, broad strokes save you time, no need for answers when the questions tossed aside... at the wheel, drunk again, rudderless... one-sided, the other dies... BRIGHT LIGHTS BLIND unwitting eyes... WHITE LIES DISGUISED IN SOUND BITES... making a killing of the hype... THIS BANNER STILL FLYING... WE MUST NOT REST!.. there are others taking arms against the world... with a message as their weapon and the resolve to make it work...though omitted from these pages we know we are not the first... we force this burning issue down their fucking throats once again........................


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