DKGS: A Diary

No, sir, I don’t have an interest

In your collar or your religiousness

For I find you are intrinsically prejudiced

So I feel the thing to do which is best

Is to forsake this Earthly crying

Out for what we do not know

It seems the world has gone to

Shit, we’ve lost control

I don’t have time for all the ceremony

Ritualistic sorts of testimony

Stating you are, in fact, a great big phony

It just ain’t sweet to me, I flavor things with much more honey

Unlike this Earthly crying

Our for what we do not know

It seems the world has gone to

Shit, we’ve lost control

Pander to me

I’m feeling moody

Got a lot to prove to me

Your time starts now

Or else forsake this Earthly crying

Out for what we do not know

It seems the world has gone to

Shit, we’ve lost control

We’ve lost control

Dic-dic-dictatorship inside a

The-the-theocracy about a

T-t-time we don’t know just to

B-b-be the best of the origin of time itself

Or else forsake this Earthly crying

Out for what we do not know

It seems the world has gone

Shit, we’ve lost control

I think we’ve lost control

It’s time to take the wheel for once

Manifest destiny, the country we call

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