food for the foreign masses

[Manslick]

sorry

my view only seats one

really?

ok if you play..

blues?

really

show me

cool

now we surf the hate roiling up from the people who are so sick

be quiet

so silent
like a brick in the dark

or we'll be food for the foreign masses who want what we have

if only they knew..

they too will be juged,
and harsh will be the wind that messes the hair they posed so still for.
still forever