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fuck you,
nails rip at my hands
rolling in my bed
rip apart the vision you see
with eyes on tv
red tear, into your
another dream of fate
oh, we'll crawl up the ladder

crushed in my world
it over to the moon
a tiny vision of children
play for fun
and prophets of gloom,
time waits over, a book of the
blood over, nothing to say
vision in your brain, again
to kill us asleep, and never see anything
but on top of the world
and down, into the mess
then you your lovers fate
life you will fade
oh, you will
your war, broken
right across my
the canned
you can
the very vision that brought you
rocket ships at the moon
fly up in the sky
the blood of gloom
spreading all
they won't you see
your shoes are made of skin
your skin is like a faint
of crushing your skull
sit in a state
apathy glow, you fake it
won't you all them
all over you and you don't know why
you know why

relations of fourty and nations
will crawl under your finger and get stuck
wail thrill for the sake of maturity
down the street at night
i feel a little scared
i pull out a 9mm and blow a fucking head off
'cause i'm
i kill them all
'cause they me sick
a last judgment trip
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