Your gentle pace it provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us
Lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe
Do you have the information to decide whether you really care
Cmon you know that its hard to complain about the way you live
So please dont let it roll right by you
Just think if the same thing happened to you
Would you be happy to walk in my shoes
Im already tired of your chronic compassion fatigue
The final turd in the dungheap of every post modern disease
Are you in the situation to decide whater you really care
Its hard to believe youd look me in the eye and turn away again
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