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the unseen
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ah batman
where the fuck are you
on a night jupiter
turned into the moon
why cant i count on you
the world needs your strength
there are too many
ground zeroes of hatred
flaring up in this global metropolis
dont you see the fucking bat flare
flashing in the sky
superman is busy
fucking lois in the ass
spiderman is shooting up
so he can believe the spin and lies
about how the dogs eating iraqis
is just a necesarry evil
in this war against the evil doers
who cares about the rapes
the same acts happen in our state prisons
and the people call it justice
the punishment fits the crimes
and big bubba has a mate
ah batman.....
i saw you
i fucking saw you
and i marvelled at your gimpy legs
when you were dressed
in that hospital gown
you have no time for heart attacks
while this world is going down.........
where the fuck are you
on a night jupiter
turned into the moon
why cant i count on you
the world needs your strength
there are too many
ground zeroes of hatred
flaring up in this global metropolis
dont you see the fucking bat flare
flashing in the sky
superman is busy
fucking lois in the ass
spiderman is shooting up
so he can believe the spin and lies
about how the dogs eating iraqis
is just a necesarry evil
in this war against the evil doers
who cares about the rapes
the same acts happen in our state prisons
and the people call it justice
the punishment fits the crimes
and big bubba has a mate
ah batman.....
i saw you
i fucking saw you
and i marvelled at your gimpy legs
when you were dressed
in that hospital gown
you have no time for heart attacks
while this world is going down.........
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And Mr Flame On from the Fantastic Four can't muster a spark of care anymore; he feels the chill of the Long Night of Bu$h.
under the shadow of the needle
a man lies face up
mouth open,the drool long dried
the spike in an arm
that has started to petrify
casts it's own shadow
against the wall
the fossils of his usage
gather dust in the halls
the stench of his death
cling to the walls
another superhero to many
rots in this silence
features distorted
like the music he made
another festivel of candles
at the fountain is held
the needle takes another
the needle takes another
and looks for the next
the thirst never quenched
and a city cries
as the image
it projects to the world
is of the needle