I make myself sick
Societies that crucify and criticize the thoughts that be
All which the little things
Are ripped and poicked and torn away
Its then that brings you down
world of deceit
Societies that crucify and criticize the thoughts that be
All which the little things
Are ripped and poicked and torn away
Its then that brings you down
world of deceit
Who do you see, who do you trust, who do you see, don't try to fuck with me...
I see you dying
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