I guess you're done. You're doomed. You can stop licking your wounds. You're just recycled ash. You're just going back
But the strong will survive! The poets will cry, but not I. Not I.
The planets move, and all is right!
Draw the giant's outline in chalk next to the b***** slingshot's rock, and we'll bury him along with your statistics.
And the weak will comply, leak, and resign with still eyes. Still eyes.
The planets move, and so do I!
But the strong will survive! The poets will cry, but not I. Not I.
The planets move, and all is right!
Draw the giant's outline in chalk next to the b***** slingshot's rock, and we'll bury him along with your statistics.
And the weak will comply, leak, and resign with still eyes. Still eyes.
The planets move, and so do I!