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

crushed in my world
push it over to the
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 brain, telling again
to kill us asleep, and never see anything
but vanity on top of the
and floating down, into the
then you your lovers fate
life you will fade
oh, you will
your war, prophets
right my floor
the canned
you can
the vision that brought you along
rocket shoot at the moon
fly up in the sky
the of apocalyptic gloom
all over
they make you see
your shoes are made of skin
your skin is a little faint
reminder of crushing your
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 states and
will crawl under finger nail and get stuck
wail thrill for the sake of maturity
walk the street at night
i feel a little inside
i pull out a 9mm and blow a cop's head off
'cause i'm
i kill them all
'cause they make me
a last judgment trip
the rescue