Just a little bit of what I'm writing on:
Jesus Christ, I just don't know what to do
Jesus Christ, think I should tell what I need
Jesus Christ, I just don't know what to do
Jesus Christ, I'm a puppet for their greed
We fall, en masse, the prospect is futile
And nobody comes out ahead
The King of Hearts silences us
Then he stabs himself in the head
Is it poker if the King is dead?
Jesus Christ, I just don't know what to do
Jesus Christ, think I should tell what I need
Jesus Christ, I just don't know what to do
Jesus Christ, I'm a puppet for their greed
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Work in progress, guys. Work in progress.
