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fuck you,
nails rip at my hands
rolling in my bed
rip apart the that you see
with your on tv
red tear, into face
another of society's fate
oh, crawl up the corporate ladder

crushed in my only
it over to the moon
a tiny vision of children
along for fun
and of gloom, rich
time over, a book of the dead
slid over, nothing to say
vision in brain, telling again
to kill us asleep, and you'll see anything
but vanity on top of the
and floating down, the mess
then you kiss your fate
into life you will
oh, you fade
your war, broken
across my floor
the vision
you can
the very vision that you along
rocket ships at the moon
fly up in the sky
the blood of apocalyptic
spreading all
they won't you see
shoes are made of snake skin
your skin is like a faint
reminder of crushing your
sit in a state
glow, you will fake it
won't you all them
he's all over you and you know why
you don't why

relations of fourty and nations
will under your finger nail and get stuck
wail thrill for the sake of maturity
walk the street at night
i a little scared inside
i pull out a 9mm and blow a fucking head off
i'm bored
i wanna kill all
'cause they make me
a last man's trip
the population