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It's a dark street, a rainy day. There's a dark, bearded man to my right; A vile woman to the north. The sounds are amplified, the heels clack like imploding thunder by Zeus, thrashing his unforgiving hate upon mankind. There's a three-fourth filled bottle of Jack in my hand, the bottle is colder than the substance. You've got to ask yourself; All these foreign faces, what are their stories? Does everyone in this world have to have a reason to get up every afternoon after a long night, or is it just me?

I swear the news is red, I see the capitol a mile ahead. Businessmen and women scurrying to fulfill their masters, but do they truely care about they're doing? If I paid the right man off, I could get immunity, a 'get out of jail free' card. It's not my opinion that matters, it's the constituency's. I see a boy with a "Superman" shirt on, distracted by problems that he doesen't have yet. Will the Czar's gas man lend me a hand?

The man at the gate sees right through me. I have bad intentions, shoot me. Bomb on the plane, bang bang bang. Shoot their fucking brains out, this is no laughing matter. I'm no patriot, I'm no tyrant, but maybe in your definition I am. This isn't about your strict benefactor, I don't love your country or mine, but principles are principles.

If you had've only seen...

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Description

It's a dark street, a rainy day. There's a dark, bearded man to my right; A vile woman to the north. The sounds are amplified, the heels clack like imploding thunder by Zeus, thrashing his unforgiving hate upon mankind. There's a three-fourth filled bottle of Jack in my hand, the bottle is colder than the substance. You've got to ask yourself; All these foreign faces, what are their stories? Does everyone in this world have to have a reason to get up every afternoon after a long night, or is it just me?

I swear the news is red, I see the capitol a mile ahead. Businessmen and women scurrying to fulfill their masters, but do they truely care about they're doing? If I paid the right man off, I could get immunity, a 'get out of jail free' card. It's not my opinion that matters, it's the constituency's. I see a boy with a "Superman" shirt on, distracted by problems that he doesen't have yet. Will the Czar's gas man lend me a hand?

The man at the gate sees right through me. I have bad intentions, shoot me. Bomb on the plane, bang bang bang. Shoot their fucking brains out, this is no laughing matter. I'm no patriot, I'm no tyrant, but maybe in your definition I am. This isn't about your strict benefactor, I don't love your country or mine, but principles are principles.

If you had've only seen...

stock: photocase.com
textures: =resurgere