Broken Rules
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 good byes!
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