Time, time, time
It’s always about time
Who gives a fuck about time?
It’s always pushing us into a bleak future
Straight into the heart of a game we cant win
Into wars that can’t be won
Into heartbreaks that can’t be mended
Fuck, we’ll be lucky if we don’t
Blow our god dammed asses up ourselves
I know this for a fact because the other night
I saw Nastrodamus at the bar and he told me were all fucked!!!!
(And I’m pretty sure it just wasn’t the whisky talking)
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