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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 face
another dream of society's
oh, we'll crawl up the ladder

crushed in my only
push it over to the
a tiny vision of little
along for fun
and prophets of gloom,
time waits over, a book of the
slid over, nothing to say
vision in your brain, again
to us asleep, and you'll never see anything
but vanity on top of the
and floating down, the mess
then you your lovers fate
into life you will
oh, you will
your war, broken
right across my
the vision
you can
the very vision that brought you
ships shoot at the moon
fly up in the sky
the of apocalyptic gloom
spreading all
they make you see
your shoes are of snake skin
your skin is a little faint
of crushing your skull
sit in a state
apathy glow, you will it
you watch all them
he's all over you and you know why
you know why

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