Из альбома: Steady Diet of Nothing

These are our demands:
We want control of our bodies
Decisions will now be ours
You can carry out your noble actions,
We will carry our noble scars
Reclamation
No one here is asking,
No one here is asking,
But there is a question of trust
You will do what looks good to you on paper,
We will do what we must
Return, return, return
Carry my body

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