A lush, a liar an imbecile playing god.
All afraid to open the window.
That the truth my fly in.
You continue to eat shit off a silver platter.
As they open their mouths that the lies may fly out.
But the rock in your hand is heavy yet easily hurled.
And its name is the end.
All afraid to open the window.
That the truth my fly in.
You continue to eat shit off a silver platter.
As they open their mouths that the lies may fly out.
But the rock in your hand is heavy yet easily hurled.
And its name is the end.
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