listening in 2017, this passage feels like he was predicting 2016 back in 2011.
To Whom It May Concern:
Fuck you and your front lawn
I'd rather die with my hands tied than holding a gun
There's no place like home for collecting burdens
and conjuring ghosts that don't know they're dead
Soon there's going to be a fight
and we'll all have to choose sides
Like kids on the playground
But everyone's hungry
listening in 2017, this passage feels like he was predicting 2016 back in 2011.
To Whom It May Concern: Fuck you and your front lawn I'd rather die with my hands tied than holding a gun There's no place like home for collecting burdens and conjuring ghosts that don't know they're dead Soon there's going to be a fight and we'll all have to choose sides Like kids on the playground But everyone's hungry