Attention
Unbelievers
Fashion victims
Opportunists
Blood sport
Cop killer
Don't trust art
Don't trust culture
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry
That cancels forever
A curse on
Your houses
Rivers run
With your sons' blood
No case for
Extenuation
All the marshals
Are dead, dead, dead, dead
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that's made from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys in symmetry
That cancels forever
Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards
A country that grows us
But cannot contain us
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