1. Line Goes Up
2m 22s
Length
201
Words
110
Unique
84.9
WPM
1072
Chars
50
Lines
Oh Our hopes drop like armageddon No sucker paid to predict it saw it coming The scholars choked on their cheap whisky There's nothing left to do but Send the people running Huge chunk of flesh Guaranteed they will get theirs Tears, sweat, blood That's just the cruel fact of it Line Goes Up And on the ground we answer for all of it Tears, sweat, blood That's just the cruel fact of it Line Goes Up And on the ground we answer for all of it Oh Another red text notice at the entrance door Your mother's hard earned career on the kitchen floor Bring the big wigs out To justify their assault And like a creepy uncle Make it feel like it's your fault Don't fucking touch me I'd rather Starve Oh shit Tell me what you want from me You've made me disposable Don't let that make you think That you're not exposable You've gorged yourself And left us with scraps and shit Squeezed out every drop of it There's nothing left for us but Tears, sweat, blood That's just the cruel fact of it Line Goes Up And on the ground we answer for all of it
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