Let those who are guilty run free
And let those who are guilty be crucified
Which side should I support?
Not entirely sure, they’re all the same
Every one of those fat whores
I mend the dying ground
But it still cracks uncontrollably
As the levee falls, the water comes
Washes out the valley, leaving nothing behind
This is where it all began
Blue slowly changes into red
Anger, fear, desperation, isolation
I am the last thing alive
But yet, I am not alone
The widespread gas of death poisons my blood
Leaving me weak, hopeless, and disturbed
And I have one thing left to say
Fuck the West and the East
This is art
This is not art
This is art
This is not art
This is art
This is not art
This is art
This is not art
This is art
This is not art
This is not art
This is not art
This is art (not art)
This is (not) not art (not art)
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