Its seemes so fucking stupid to me, that this "state of freedom" can claim a year of someones life. It seems irrelevent what he feels or what he needs, put on your uniform and leave your brains behind. Cheap labour for the state, no opinions you must stay to serve someone that you hate and do exactly what the say. Ill comunication builds the ground its undispiteble. And as the free wills pulls att opposite directions, they infringe a law with anotheone and they ask themselves why there credibility has gone. Ciemency and reaproval respect. how good is a soldier with the sesitivity intact, all fucking armys puts the act before the thought.in a way it aint their fault, the are just doing what there thaught. I do question their intent to defend the king and crown a piece of cloth we represent and for that its not worth to go down .......NOT LIKELY!!!!!

Now the beach scene isn’t what it used to be:
no constellation at the belly but they got the machine
to make ‘em come off / come on. Come one, come all!
There’s a transformation of your station involved.
Used to have to been born with it, now you take it to
Meanwhile, the machinist keeps on raking the gold.
Got sold the power struggle, purchase the peace.
At the end y’all are too broke. You’re spent but you’re
free.
And here's a new trick, Mr. Knox
Socks on chicks and chicks on fox.
Put an egg to your grease hole if the color is green.
Don’t even tell me you don’t like it; you have yet to
the varietals of mount, conveyance, and steed.
Tell you, that bacon don’t look rancid to me.
Now flee from the Flit cloud: I get loud and spray
spittle.
Private Snafu picked the clap up in the middle
of the Orient, brought it home to twist.
Came back to what street? To think, I witnessed.
I don’t do book reports. I don’t sort the wheat from
the chaff,
but I’ll discuss the topic of your ignorance if I’m
asked,
in fast-moving chastisements: your stature is slight,
in years as in intellect, subjects you to plight
and hindrance should you want to walk among adults.
You protest vociferously: not your fault.
You’re like, “Who? I didn’t hear about the rhyme
sheet!”

screw me in just like the last time, caving in
caving in i'm holding out just me in
even we try, but the reason why
screw me in i'm holding out, just me in
it's fine for just letting go one time
it's fine in time, it's just killing time
that you waste one more time
cruising and what's it about, rolling in
holding in and i'm holding out just me in
screw me in time
so i'm not fine
screw me in, i'm caving in just me in
it's fine time, for just letting go what's mine
it's fine in time, it's just killing time
that you waste one more time
you don't have to try
it's time enough to need it, time enough for saying goodbye
goodbye
it's time enough to need it, time enough for saying goodbye
you don't have to cry anymore cause we'll
all just end up saying goodbye
goodbye