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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, into face
dream of society's fate
oh, we'll crawl up the corporate

crushed in my world
push it to the moon
a tiny vision of little
along for fun
and of gloom, rich
time over, a book of the dead
blood 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 kiss your lovers
into life you will
oh, you fade
war, broken prophets
right my floor
the canned
you can
the very vision brought you along
rocket ships at the moon
fly up in the sky
the blood of apocalyptic
spreading all
they make you see
shoes are made of snake skin
your skin is like a little
reminder of your skull
sit in a state
glow, you will fake it
won't you watch all
he's all you and you don't know why
you don't why

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