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In the Middle

There’s someone standing guard
In the center tower
Watch your hands, don’t point your fingers
Your neighbor’s behaving better
It’s a competition

In dark pipes underwater, you are connected together
Throw another stone at their glass ceiling
No fist can bring back creditation
Each punch more power for evil’s impregnation

They are chosen, you are chosen, stone them and bulldoze them
Walking round, it’s on the tablets, doesn’t it feel special now?
Some man told another man, he wrote it down first
The sand drowned him alive, away from time
Drank and pissed his life away at someone else’s thirst