Love lined baskets under the eternal moon
Filled with Last Hopes Beer.
Drink the poison until there's none;
That oughta help the fear.
One last breath of toxic air
Goes so well with rotten drink-
Swear you'll put them down tomorrow
At least that's what you think.
Forget I know you better, friend
Or enemy depending on situation
You're so good at wearing hats
Just be honest and let's wage war.
Live among the fetish folk
Armed with your black shield
Fighting the battle never won
After losing what was real.
And you will fight another day
For empty battle fields
Earning merit and building castles
To fill with all your nothing.
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