The room reeks of burning plastic
Acrid smoke to fill our glasses
If you believe the moment's passing
Then drink 'til you choke
Blistered skin' reaching, pulling
And gathering within
Prepare for war
Build your armies
Behind closed doors
You can't stop me
What are you trying for?
Aim and dissolve
This revolver will solve
Your problems
Everything's changing
Shifting and strangling
The lips blue, still speaking
Heart removed, still beating
Down the walls
A blood soaked hand
Dragging and breaching
Screaming art to me
Painting parts and pieces
To slip from start to finish
The extremist broken and buried
Beneath the flag of fading oppression
What are you dying for?
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