The Army

No one looks at you long enough to recognize you
No one speaks to you long enough to hear you
No one questions you long enough to fight you
You are the army you are the mess,
Be your own god and never confess

Take them on a dirty trip, to the end of time
Take them on a scheme that will blow their minds

Manipulate and control them until the night is through
Populate and abuse them, you know its just for you

They’ll try to break your back and uncross your legs
They’ll try to whip and lash but not these fertile eggs
Ill wait until tomorrow, when I forget your names
Ill meet you when your famous, you won’t be crying shame

You’ll kiss me for forever, because you were too vain
Too vain to recognize me for my hearts true beat again

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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