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Walking down the hallway thing from last month come back:
Swinging guns, throwing bombs, laughing at the new weak.
Things we understand on a different level
No trust
Pulling the trigger
My friends ask others
Don't move "I'll shoot." Pointing the gun at you
Why'd you come?
I warned you to leave
Now they're here
Seems you're one of us.
