Fuck the city, burn it down

The fucking feels. Damnnnn

"We see the cracks under the foundation, Smouldering on the faces of the people on the drip of isolation, We hear the sounds come streaming across the crackling air, The broken words of swine who would tell us that we were Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall"

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