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Gone for rye

After all the years of travelling

In search of their own mystic queen

And monthly bloody bludgeoning

Over and over men hear it again

Soon we start to believe

Our mental manipulation

Governing mind controlling

Massive blue tits war machine

We have all become alluminated

Pineal man made metal masking

As we love this hate created

We misinterpret what's really happening

And I need to smoke and drink my fucking coffee

While you call me names that my mind has already interpreted

I'll just sit back and keep laughing because you cannot live with yourself

You there miss put a bullet in my head and must now live with yourself by yourself again

Though your selfish needs continually flow through my pen

Never to be wasted on you again

We are all going to die for this unless we stop bombing

Come on I can take it

Ready or not prepare to keep waiting

I guess I am not done suffering your sins

Will I ever be I no longer bother question

Cast your ballads this count has gone for rye again