1 Sepulchre (Don’t Vote) LyricsThe indignity being of so little imagination
To dismally concede your trust again
Sepulchral;
The ballot box a coffin
For your wildest dreams
Hell's feeble apologists
Capitals arbitrators
Those that would dull our blades
Those that would sully our every resistance
Those who so stupidly believe
That all this needs
Is a return to some previous condition
A fantasy time, beyond their own lifes horizon
Those who hate the problems
But deify the cause
A readjustment of its tolerances
An aversion to any meaningful change
The horse less frequently whipped
A slight loosening of the reigns
What atrocity would it take
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