Kid's got a pad
In his hand..
Saying later that I'll die on the cross
Take it all..
>From karma..the points you swallow
To keep those points
Truth will devour
And you keep the record spinning
Till you're aborted
Go back to the games
That you were born into
Too chickenshit to black out
When the game is lost
You'll find yourself winning..
But will you remember this?
Remember this night..
I can't be staying all the time.
Nirvana And the Funeral Pyre (by Seung Kim)
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