Andrew Jackson Jihad The Pacific To Be Specific
We're all buying into something we say we don't want a part of
And we're all trying to put our fingers on emotions we can't place
And we're all dying from those things we put into our bodies
And we're all lying to ourselves when we say it's all coming together
So let's burn down those bridges and grow into our britches
Rip out painful stitches
And make beauty for the sake of sanity
And let's mark our territories and get good at telling stories
About our long-strived glories that aren't true
But sure as hell resemble the truth
And hold the same connotations as two{?}
Let's wash the taste of blood out of our teeth
