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

crushed in my only
push it over to the
a tiny vision of children
play for fun
and prophets of gloom,
time over, a book of the dead
slid over, nothing to say
vision in your brain, telling
to kill us asleep, and you'll never see
but vanity on top of the
and floating down, the mess
then you your lovers fate
into life you will
oh, you fade
your war, prophets
right my floor
the canned
you can
the very vision brought you along
ships shoot at the moon
fly up in the sky
the of apocalyptic gloom
spreading all
won't make you see
your are made of snake skin
your skin is a little faint
reminder of crushing skull
sit in a drunken
glow, you will fake it
won't you all them
all over you and you don't know why
you don't why

relations of fourty and nations
crawl under your finger nail and get stuck
wail thrill for the sake of maturity
down the street at night
i a little scared inside
i pull out a 9mm and blow a cop's head off
i'm bored
i kill them all
'cause they make me
a man's judgment trip
the rescue