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by ST MISCHIEF

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This is War! the way your hand now feels foreign like a switch in my brain turned you hostile an invader on native land your presence is just essence feeding my paranoia in between us is the void the jokes now only have daggers thrown where there was love there is nothing desolation of a relation this is war its like a storm picks up when you send your passive aggressive texts a balloon gets popped when i'm feeling good about myself you think you need to comment [chorus] being with the private you the public me the hesitant view and the challenging troop so drop the bombs lets just end this nothing matters until you're headless this. is. war. ohh weee ohhh weee ohhh weee ohhh ahhh pick it up throw me around like a rag doll shot gunning the house with your crass critical sass we established I'm to blame in luring you to this game of war where did these grenades come from? sleeping in a helmet this used to be our paradise but since this started shit aint nice and i'm not sure who will win we might need, some therapy [chorus] so drop the bombs we used to be so fun nothing matters til you're headless this. is. war. this. is war. this is war!!!!!! ahhh ohh weee ohhh weee ohhh weee ohhh ahhh wave the flag we'll call it a day repair and go back to being civil until the minor thing creeps and the the sirens begin

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