American Walls - 485C

We can see your heads over American walls

I can’t keep up, talk of this sedated world

My skin hurts, grazed by the sharded glass taunts

Of your finger tickling the nuclear launch

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Been beaten, bruised by the greater of good

I’ve been sleeping far from the same place you should

I would welcome your martyr of human erase

But the wildlife, we’ve already fucked up the place

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