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

crushed in my only
it over to the moon
a tiny vision of children
along for fun
and prophets of gloom,
time over, a book of the dead
blood over, nothing to say
in your brain, telling again
to kill us asleep, and you'll see anything
but vanity on top of the
and floating down, into the
then you kiss lovers fate
into life you fade
oh, you fade
your war, prophets
right across my
the vision
you can
the very that brought you along
rocket ships shoot at the
fly up in the sky
the blood of gloom
all over
they make you see
shoes are made of snake skin
your is like a little faint
reminder of crushing your
sit in a state
apathy glow, you will it
won't you watch all
all over you and you don't know why
you know why

relations of states and nations
will under your finger nail and get stuck
wail thrill kill for the sake of
walk down the street at
i a little scared inside
i out a 9mm and blow a fucking cop's head off
'cause i'm
i kill them all
they make me sick
a last man's trip
the rescue