Statusphere
We rely on happenstance
Disregard Saint Peter's judgement
We toil and betray until the bells of lands away ring out for fame
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Calling for new ideals
Realistic, not logical
Sating acolytes until we man up and fight in honoured names
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We're outcasts, we're feigning
The forecast says that it's not raining
They're gathering, they hate us
They know that this is all for status
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The blind will always lead the blind
The deaf will always fall behind
The dumb always campaign until they feel the righteous pain of incompetence
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A pompous, self-entitled act
Of discipline and lame attacks
On the weak, the poor and the old
How can you be so bold?














