| Suffocated and strangled by regulations
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| Stabbed in the back by the vultures of this bubble
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| Empty eyes that gaze through us
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| Mouths filled with shit, fiends where once where friends
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| Your desire, your childish conceptions
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| You envenom our minds with vanities
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| So cynic, so antiquated
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| There’s just black and white in your box of paints
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| How could I fall for these
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| Narrow-minded and crooked impostors?
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| How could I be so wrong?
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| There is nothing left for us except these broken dreams
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| Shitfaced tricksters that roam the fields where we belonged
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| Stuck in their vortex, doomed to know better
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| You arrogate to police our thoughts
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| You won’t tell me what is right or wrong
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| Two-faced hypocrite, your double-life betrays you
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| And unmasks the poser you are
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| Portrayal of society
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| You are a piece of shit
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| Fake and distorted
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| Self-exploiter, self-exposer
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| And as time goes by you will fade
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| Into oblivion, into nothingness |