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fuck you,
rusty nails rip at my
rolling in my bed
rip apart the vision you see
with eyes on tv
red tear, into face
dream of society's fate
oh, we'll crawl up the corporate

crushed in my only
it over to the moon
a tiny vision of children
play for fun
and prophets of gloom,
time over, a book of the dead
blood slid over, to say
vision in your brain, telling
to kill us asleep, and never see anything
but on top of the world
and down, into the mess
then you kiss lovers fate
into life you fade
oh, you will
your war, broken
across my floor
the vision
you can
the very vision that you along
rocket shoot at the moon
fly up in the sky
the blood of gloom
all over
they make you see
your shoes are made of snake
skin is like a little faint
reminder of crushing your
sit in a state
apathy glow, you fake it
you watch all them
he's all you and you don't know why
you don't why

relations of fourty states and
will crawl under your finger and get stuck
wail thrill kill for the of maturity
walk down the at night
i feel a little scared
i out a 9mm and blow a fucking cop's head off
'cause i'm
i wanna them all
'cause they make me
a last man's judgment
the rescue