I'm miles behind them
They dont see a thing
This new generation
With willingness sings
This age old arithmetic
Causes arthritis
The play writes and prose
They lose hope in logic
This dark lonely night
A feeling is learned
A friction is faced
Like a 3rd degree burn
I'm turning the wheel
but calling no favor
I wont listen to you
For your lies they lack flavor
Your just an imp
asking for sympathy
An old evil doer
Who generates misery
Go take your control
It's so funny to ask
take that sword that you stole
And shove it right up your ass
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