The future my friends has never looked so bleak and the conniving for silence will only increase. The more they have to hide, the more it?s worth a
they?ve asked and they?ve asked but I can not say so. They know! They know! They know! They know! They know! They know! I can tell you something about
Put bars up around me. I?ll see them right now. Trap me with words, I?ll swear I built it myself. Manufactured consent through passive means. A pervasive and constant lullaby about
I am a rifle. Built like a dream out of the past. Crushing generations with a foggy mass of seething anger and unhealed wounds. I can?t make this