Holy Dove, Trailer park thugs all dressed in black, boots on your back, taser gun, so much fun but please bro don't tase me
Nevermind the neverending hidden meanings, we got no atmosphere worth breathing peeling layers, teasin trouble the struggle up means keeping low until the right moment
don't fret mama, the deserts still the desert the gods still plunder one another pornographic exploitation of the human population pines the ruling oligarchy they say it clear food riots, flash mobs a'comin' shortly
purpose made perfect slaves that's the natural order these days
don't fret mama, the deserts still the desert slated for extinction, abrupt and cruel the dark ages here again so soon? they say it clear food riots, flash mobs a'comin shortly so please bro don't tase me
