.Driving the pack, from the rear, with a trumpet, with an axe.Driving to the precipice, windswept and wet with starving neglect.Eternally carving my cause on a landscape that's blighted and scorched.I'm blighted and scorched with the truth, we don't listen, we shoot, from the blindside.It's a landsli.
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