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The Honor System Nails

and desolate space You can hire one thousand slaves to build this house for you Or you can utilize your own tools These nails can build anything we

my face Now you telling me, I'm being charged with a felony Possesion with intent to sale, three days I spent jail Them drugs ain't mine, your honor,

dirt and mark today the day the earth stood still while I complete my search. You honor delusions and falsified life comfort systems as boy in the bubble

of droids! Just to make noise What some will do for attention Sometimes it's too honorable to mention And what we're dealing with here is a systems malfunction