We take no prisoners
This is a war of the mind
And we're coming for your sons and daughters
It's our time to shine
Take your radio and throw it down
Shattered on the floor
There's nothing else I need to hear
And I just can't ignore....Sugar packets are yummy... eek
Pickle juice is kind of sour though xp
The next person has a middle name starting with the letter E!!
Your candy-coated bloated ego
Platinum pile of s**t
With nothing in your arsenal
Pulled punches count as hits
And I've been waiting so long
For a song with just one change
Universes strike a sounding chord
You're all the same
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