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The Arms RaceDay after day, it's always the same
Someone's going against the grain
Paper brings word of another joining the chase
All out to be, the superior race
Lead, blood and tears, they bring up the rear, as the great gears of the war machines turn.
Some day they'll learn, we're all equal in some way, shape or form
But it'll be too late, we all know our fate
We're all going to die because of one's hate for another in that great arms race.
8/6/1981
12:25am January 21, 2005 @ 12:43 pm | Category: Writing
