They call it a crime,

They make us serve time.

They make us all pay,

By serving day after day.

They say were all lost,

That this is our cost.

Were all living a lie,

But it is finally time.

For these rules to be broken,

To take back what is mine.

It is in our best interest,

4 these rules to be broken,

We need to turn in our tokens,

And say our goodbyes!

08/10/05

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