16 Corpers, accident, gone just like that
16 Passengers, accident, in Cambodia, like hat also
16 Passengers, accident, in Cambodia, like hat also
accidents are accidental except when they are not
Here's some overstanding for us palm oil daughters
it is for December Gehenna, December money
that Nysc uniform, that system, that blood curse
that Nysc uniform, that system, that blood curse
Corps members eked out flourish of their families
cut off at their beginnings, may they rest in peace
why roads? Why couldn't we invest in rails instead
the phone, narcissism and crazed hyper-normalization
they do more sacrifice and in blood, unlike me
so they control the programming, more than me
when your piloting is in the blood, in accident
so they control the programming, more than me
when your piloting is in the blood, in accident
in curse, it's yours
where the peace? peace like it is in Bhutan
blood clot civilization, where paintings are sold for billions
and (whistle blows)... it's off to plunder
renewed programming and back to square one
zombie populace they forget they've done it all before
they hurtle after money, spewing the same hypnopadia
zombie populace they forget they've done it all before
they hurtle after money, spewing the same hypnopadia
over and over, again and again
so how do you help them? if they don't read sutras
so how do you help them? if they don't read sutras
if they don't read vedas
I live a: Be home by 5pm, Hmpf, See you tomorrow
I live a: Be home by 5pm, Hmpf, See you tomorrow
It looks it's going to be sixteen for twenty six,
I'd say, but that's not the poem I wanted to write
that's not the kind of poem I want to live
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