Codywillard

Everybody’s getting theirs, but you don’t get yours it's so so so obvious their disguise is see through the pendulum swings hypnotize the people a spell on you that's what you heard read straight out the book of the magic words the lines are blurred between right and wrong they won't fight hunger but they'll fight this song useless music the blues will stop two bit hooligans laugh at you when you locked in a maze runnin the rat race I chase for the cheddar/ american dream to get better I choke of cigar smoke from fat cats sayin follow the rules pay your dues and that's that the villian's still dressed in black & drops by with a suit and a tie a briefcase full of lies can't see the fineprint so I'd rather ignore and sign on the dotted line for toys I can't afford Everybody’s getting theirs, but you don’t get yours They'll be preemptive so be pre-preemptive and strike with common sense for instance freedom of thought is the only chance fools can't control the force, Jedi's don't dance speculate on arma