Come friendly bombers, and take out my carriage;
I can't leave my nation except by marriage
It doesn't want me and I don't want it
We're up to our necks, drowning in shit
There's fascism waking and democracy's sick
Just blow up my tube, I beg you - and quick.
Things I have done in addition to suicidal ideation and screaming and unfollowing people
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