is a date i'd rather forget
from being hailed a saviour
now being the tormentor
oh how life has changed
and so have you
eye can see, eye can see
how we are no longer meant to be
i dont know anymore
what the hell you want us for
chicken o' chicken
thats all you are
those abusive hands
is all that you will be remembered for
a taste of paradise
it no longer is
so just pack up
and take your leave
my take on you
is shame on you
had enough of you
our time is through...
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