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fuck you,
nails 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 fate
oh, crawl up the corporate ladder

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

relations of fourty states and
will crawl under your finger nail and get
wail thrill for the sake of maturity
down the street at night
i feel a scared inside
i pull out a 9mm and blow a fucking head off
'cause i'm
i kill them all
they make me sick
a last judgment trip
the rescue