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fuck you,
nails rip at my hands
rolling in my bed
rip apart the that you see
your eyes on tv
red tear, into face
another of society's fate
oh, we'll crawl up the ladder

crushed in my only
push it 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 brain, telling again
to kill us asleep, and you'll see anything
but on top of the world
and down, into the mess
then you kiss your lovers
into you will fade
oh, you fade
your war, prophets
right across my
the vision
you can
the vision that brought you along
rocket shoot at the moon
fly up in the sky
the of apocalyptic gloom
spreading all
won't make you see
your are made of snake skin
skin is like a little faint
reminder of your skull
sit in a drunken
apathy glow, you will it
won't you all them
he's all over you and you don't why
you know why

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