Your gentle pace provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us

lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe

Are you in the situation to decide whether you really care

C'mon you know that its hard to complain about the way you live



So please don't let it roll right by you

Just think if the same thing happened to you

Would you be

Would you be

Happy to walk in my shoes

Would you be

Would you be

Happy to walk in my shoes



I'm already tired of your chronic compassion fatigue

The final turd in the dungheap of every post modern disease

Well do you have the information to decide whether you really care

Its hard to belive you'd look me in the eye and turn away again








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