Vibrissal
Your actions aren’t on my conscience

I’ll wipe the milk away
And carry on
And you’ll hate me
And you’ll always hate me

Your actions aren’t on my conscience
Your promises are not my concern

The downfall of a nation
The borders remain
But not tonight

The nosecaps of the warheads
Threaten my freedom
Decrease my value
And the strings sound
As the stasis sets in

I am the truest self
Cut off our hands