There's pictures of passion
We're seeing this madness fall
Maybe she got passion
We see the beauty uptorn
It's a relic of fascism
Now we are clear in the sun
Lacking the default aggression
Now we see who are the good ones

Fuck that
Play at a rhythm
Dead end war
Play at a rhythm
Wake up son
Play at a rhythm
Walk on heads
Oppress the crowd
Throw the bones
Into the ground

I think of things outside
Don't you know I was here
You're always leaning out
What you got
It's over

Fuck that
Play at a rhythm
Dead end war
Play at a rhythm
Wake up son
Play at a rhythm
Walk on heads
Oppress the crowd
Throw the bones
Into the ground

Move at a faster pace
Play at a rhythm
Dead end war
Play at a rhythm
Wake up son
Play at a rhythm
Walk on heads
Oppress the crowd
Throw the bones
Into the ground


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