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fuck you,
rusty nails rip at my
down in my bed
rip apart the that you see
with eyes on tv
red tear, into your
dream of society's fate
oh, we'll up the corporate ladder

crushed in my world
it over to the moon
a tiny of little 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 us asleep, and you'll never see anything
but on top of the world
and floating down, into the
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
rocket ships at the moon
fly up in the sky
the of apocalyptic gloom
all over
they won't you see
your shoes are made of snake
your is like a little faint
reminder of your skull
sit in a drunken
glow, you will fake it
won't you watch all
he's all over you and you don't why
you know why

relations of states and nations
will crawl under your finger and get stuck
thrill kill 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
i'm bored
i wanna them all
'cause they me sick
a last man's judgment
the population