You could've been raised in africa
We lacked
in our vigor
Been an "x" on the calendar
Losing our cool in antarctica
So i put my
coat on ya
The breeze was light
burgandy
I have an army suited and
ready
For you to simply take a bite and
steer
We're more than prepared to fight
this unfair
All you need do is tease your
taste and steer
Your crimes are not mine or
theirs
Weary from the wear you invent
I forget for some time
I've been
underground and dug to the sound of your breath
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