| How
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| Have you lost touch with
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| This
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| You
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| Are a lie your digging such a grave
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| Gimmicks sell but whats the cost of this
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| You make me cringe to think that this is to become their place where
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| The
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| Judgement ends
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| And now betrayed is where they lay
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| Letting hatred build the falling of your system
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| Its their turn to send you flailing and burning into hellish
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| Dissention
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| Loathesome talent
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| Fleeting
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| Rehashed bullshit makes you all not worth a piss.
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| Bound in your false pretense
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| We laugh at this as it slowly becomes your end
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| It’s how…
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| It’s how you live the end
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| Can’t believe how you have lost touch with this
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| They mourn the loss of valiant fools all glam and glitz
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| Come back, last chance to take a useful stance
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| Instead of just saying to say things that you bigots wish for but won’t
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| Ever have
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| No chance
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| They are the
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| Ones who bring life to us
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| Fucking Family
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| How could you betray them
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| What money
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| Tied with your platinum chains
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| Fuck, you’re cheap
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| Bought for a few pennies
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| Now you’re all just empty
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| Fucking souless machines
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| Rip you apart
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| As they scurry around at your feet
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| Leave you to wither as if you ever meant anything
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| Your death
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| Gives breath
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| For new breeds
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| They’ll crawl
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| Back into the new hope for all
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| Left
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| You forgotten while you lay there rotting
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| Back at your burial ground
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| Back at your burial ground |