Making waves
Crashing ships
Tight wound lives
Crushing lips
Teeth bared
Fists are clenched
Times are changed
Turn poor to rich
Evil days
Evil ways
Good turned to stone
Peace left alone
Rot inside out
Strip flesh from bone
One prideful mind
Leave well enough alone
No more minds allowed to think
Prey on the stupid lost and weak
Paths are closed
Highways built
Live to breath
Live to die
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