Crisis is calm
Against the mob of one
Cassandra facing the truth
While the world’s conveniently turned
The truth is anger that burns
Till it’s heard
Flame, cheap lit flame
The spark is an addiction
Fuel stanched ignition
How many bottles of beer you took
Before you sold your soul
Remember the light was red
17 degrees celsius cold
Remember how the details tasted
Sharp before you sold your soul
Sold
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