2026-11-01 13:04 UTC
But you get to the place
Where the real slave-drivers live
It's walled off by the riot squad aiming guns right at your head
So you turn right around
And play right into their hands
And set your own neighborhood
Burning to the ground instead
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@meso@netzsphaere.xyz 2026-11-01 13:05
The barricades spring up from nowhere Cops in helmets line the lines Shotguns prod into your bellies The trigger fingers want an excuse Now! The raging mob has lost its nerve There's more of us but who goes first? No one dares to cross the line The cops know that they've won It's all over but not quite, the pigs have just begun to fight They club your heads, kick your teeth Police can riot all that they please