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to the brothers

Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane. 

By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They

of thirds, the centre blurred, friends, it's a long journey home

Raptor watching from the tallest pine, silhouette, outside of time
And I still toil for

sneaking out with his guys making a right with two wrongs
Something to chew on settle for dicks who's Loot long as Luke Longley
Centre of the bullshit you

Time you will find
These cubes of reality
Which creates a sphere

Aye draw ye a line from
The great image I builded
To the apex of the pyramid
Built

sniffing, weed piffing, politicians smoking it 
The ammunition, tunnel vision good for just provoking it 
But I'm still waiting as a patient this system is