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fuck you,
nails rip at my hands
rolling in my bed
rip apart the vision you see
your eyes on tv
red tear, your face
dream of society's fate
oh, we'll crawl up the corporate

crushed in my world
it over to the moon
a tiny of little children
play for fun
and of gloom, rich
waits over, a book of the dead
blood slid over, to say
vision in your brain, again
to kill us asleep, and you'll see anything
but on top of the world
and floating down, the mess
then you kiss lovers fate
into you will fade
oh, you fade
your war, broken
right across my
the canned
you can
the very vision brought you along
rocket shoot at the moon
fly up in the sky
the blood of gloom
all over
they make you see
your shoes are made of snake
your skin is like a little
reminder of crushing skull
sit in a drunken
glow, you will fake it
won't you watch all
all over you and you don't know why
you don't why

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