Bombarded on again
Bombarded in the blink of an eye
Bombarded from the amount of offering a sandwich to me but it contains a continuous to kill it countryman.
A kind of hate
it reaches to the next of light and questions light it'self
to you, charging generations to the way they've found
and killing off anything else
Bombarded aft the light of remedial slumber
Bombarded less awake at night
Bombarded reaching for the shelter you bought
to me
Bombarded in your wired affronting way
Brought forth by the
Cult of freedom
That kind of freedom I'd assume a moral
Completion
It'd accept a cristal similarly
