For you to be mine
I’d have to give it all away
And sucker into the feedback.
I’ve pills to take and shit to stir.
Exo- or otherwise.
I’m watching the false waves
Turn into artificial mountains.
Something has to change this country.
Would you like a ballot or a bullet?
I’ve got time to spare;
Fists to clench.
Does trying even leave a dent?
Why not an act of God?
The devil’s certainly involved,
Aren’t you?

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