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Buzzing around a hornet
Like worker bees to a queen
Little do we know we’re killing ourselves
Our hearing fades
Our love subsides
Everyone was lied to
And everyone’s living with it
But I’m not.
I won’t lose my hearing
Nor will I lose my sight
I won’t obey, anymore
To these death machines
I wish only death
Goodnight, gunslinger
99 canyn, I wish you
a safe and expeditious voyage
Straight into the ground
Where these machines must lay
Bringing no harm to anyone
Ever again