Son, you ain't gotta see the air, you just gotta know it's there for you.
Beware the path of the righteous. Lick your wounds and get back in the game, my friends. We're all just vistors.
It's all been heard before, it's just a matter of phrasing. But that
don't mean it has to be wrapped in the shiny shadow of sameness.
Speak the word of the revolution, brothers and sisters:
I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU IF ALL YOU ARE IS LOUD.
I WILL NOT LOOK AT YOU IF ALL YOU ARE IS PRETTY.
I WILL NOT WORSHIP YOU IF ALL YOU ARE IS VANITY.
I WILL NOT LOVE YOU IF ALL YOU ARE IS BRIEF.
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