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

crushed in my world
push it to the moon
a tiny of little children
along for fun
and prophets of gloom,
time waits over, a book of the
slid over, nothing to say
vision in your brain, telling
to kill us asleep, and never see anything
but vanity on top of the
and down, into the mess
then you kiss your lovers
into life you fade
oh, you will
your war, broken
across my floor
the vision
you can
the very vision brought you along
rocket ships shoot at the
fly up in the sky
the blood of gloom
spreading all
won't make you see
your shoes are made of skin
your skin is like a little
of crushing your skull
sit in a drunken
apathy glow, you will it
won't you watch all
he's all over you and you know why
you know why

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