Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text from whence was ripped
Some dizzy whore, 1804
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, we'll round them up, cage them, batter them, deepfry them and feed them to our billionaires.
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, we'll round them up, cage them, batter them, deepfry them and feed them to our billionaires.
making our path
losing our grasp
making our path
losing our grasp
oh no I’m remembering things, please help
oh no I’m remembering things, please help