Hold on and hang yourself, on to the bar, straightening your back by letting your feet hang, is the best way to get off the gang

Ruining and taking away from people, their fate, has been the weapon of state, until this date Methodically, they try to keep us safe from the truth, that'd get rid of the state

if the fill is there, I think why if it isn't, still I think why a splinter in the eye seems, never it will dye

words have meaning but no depth that is, about as much English as I get

what's for a program to be deprogrammed programs rather have themselves, reprogrammed for humans, green tea and a long walk silence in it's design, is always loud ask and listen, you'll hear the sound

classes, labels and characters, divided by percent hard-earned cents that for the families are spent rich bastards are micromanaging the souls out of poor things