QUARANTINE
Where do I go from here? I made the 'Album Of The Year'
CN Tower is near- but we're devoured in fear
I got the power of lyrics- but no one will ever hear
Because the throne is a mirror- and I just stare at it clear
I'm married to the frontier, I'm buried under the sheer
Pressure of caring sincere- daring to steer off the pier
Drowning in my own tears- I'm downing plenty of beers
I'm clowning on all the queers, I founded my new career
I mounted up at the rear, I'm climbing mountains adhere-
To the sounds of the mere; proud and founded on pure-
Hours worked at the ware-house, to the place I appear
All the way back to The Hill; where the Cherry's revered
Ares took me as his, I'm at war with the biz
I'm keeping score with the rich, I'm grieving more every tick
Deceitful whores with a dick- reaping rewards as a snitch-
Keeping the lords at the tip- feeding the hoardes your shit mix

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These are the memories, these are the memories, these are the memories that we'll never forget...
These are the memories, these are the memories, these are the memories we'll always remember...

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