I think I'd make a fine villain I watch out at the world and there's quietness in my mind Broken simply by the humming of mental machines Computing, noticing, charting, recording The limits outside my skull. My grins are painted I have the appeal of a fox exposing sharp teeth Sparkling in the light of day, remaining between a lost bunny Also, an unfilled stomach My general existence's a veil. There's such a lot of amiss with the world Such a lot of turmoil in the normal request We as an animal types have developed chubby on pride Material items Paper, Oil, Fire, Steel What's more, the arrangement sounds simple Sounds like something individuals would need to do in any case In any case, when you advise individuals to receive, drive less, cut down You become a beast, a threat, an aggravation The bunnies will eat the field desolate notwithstanding your admonitions Somebody said that the villain is consistently the saint of his own story More genuine words have never been verbally expressed Heroics worldwide have given us this wide world However, with no one to stop us, nobody to fence us in Will we even have the option to save ourselves? Suspicious.
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