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i like to sing my notes in seven four time. and cut the veins of wires as they breathe life into this poor excuse for a song. can you hear me? can you hear me, cause im doing this for you. and if you cannot, i will be sure to sign the words for you with my hands and my eyes, because we've always communicated better that way. i got a ticket today. one hundred dollars for listening to music. one hundred dollars to feed the eager bellies of the poor. those poor politicians masquerading for a better america. america is dead and has been that way for a long time now. all thats left is the remnants of a bitter world forced to mingle in a mixture of hatred and fear and ignorance. one hundred dollars for this? one hundred dollars for this.