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Don't Bang The Drums

The shadows of time, the scenery of unkempt deciphers wittering on a scroll of shame. But who's to blame and who really cares? You're waiting in the distance with the time-honoured tradition. From sedition to sedation, the elation didn't last that long. It became a disaster that time has been unkind to. In discomfort, the lines have been drawn and there's no such thing as cabin fever. We were there, we understood. Time can't return - moving on to reap the rewards of a cruel outlook. But who are we to decide the rules?

Damage is done, ergo no fun. We speak in riddles before telling the truth. I'm a cryptic catastrophe living in unheralded infamy. Move along to the same song and everything will be fine. Don't bang the drums too loudly - you've never had it quite like this. Moving backwards for the sake of a societal collapse. Collecting traps that'll never fit - it's all very considered. You're next line starts here, to boost your earnings click here!

The ideology of a broken home from a broken system of a broken country. Magic starts elsewhere, you're allowed to fight. They'll look for excuses though, they always do. Nothing reminds you of futility quite like living in it. It just drives you to distraction because it's the only thing they can extract. It's happened before and will happen again. And we'll see the paranoia kick in at around about this time too. It's enough for some to join the Ted Kaczynski fanclub. Another mistake brought about by rotten greed.

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