Another day.
Another death.
Another sorrow.
Another breath.
No remorse, no repent.
We don't care what it meant.
The world is falling apart. Rome is burning.
Let it burn, wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn.
Smelled like Lou dog inside the van...
My head is... not here right now. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this timeline anymore. I want people like Mitch McConnel to not exist. I want my freedom. I want the world to be different.
But it won't be. Not anytime soon.
So let it burn. Maybe we will get it right the next time around.
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