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

crushed in my only
push it to the moon
a tiny of little children
play for fun
and prophets of gloom,
time waits over, a 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 down, into the mess
then you kiss lovers fate
life you will fade
oh, you will
your war, broken
right my floor
the canned
you can
the very that brought you along
rocket ships at the moon
fly up in the sky
the blood of apocalyptic
all over
they won't you see
your shoes are of snake skin
your skin is a little faint
reminder of crushing your
sit in a drunken
apathy glow, you will it
won't you all them
he's all over you and you know why
you know why

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