| I forgot to thank you for the blood you shed,
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| and your obligatory contribution to the community.
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| Are you just dense or so fuckin' inbred
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| you think that all is forgiven and all is forgotten?
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| But forgive them of nothing, despite their impunity.
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| Oh how the system fails you completely
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| when monstrous children get treated so sweetly.
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| The violence is praised, the decision cemented
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| (they seem like nice kids).
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| Crimes go committed, but never lamented
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| (that doesn’t change what they did).
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| That’s when they lock up an innocent victim.
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| The only thing that’s more broken than her spirit is the system.
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| They lock up femininity, infected with the illusion that choice is free.
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| You made your bed when you were born in your bones,
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| so lay back, sweetheart, in a body you only sometimes own.
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| Lay back upon cold concrete floors and rest your drunken soul.
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| What more could a lady ask for than to be treated like a hole?
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| Oh how the system fails you completely
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| when monstrous children get treated so sweetly.
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| Standing before you in suit and tie,
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| don’t they just look so nice? | 
| (So nice)
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| Well-practiced tears come to their eyes,
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| «I guess their remorse will suffice."(Will suffice)
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| That’s when they lock up,
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| That’s when they lock up your bones,
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| That’s when they lock up,
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| femininity infected with the illusion that choice, choice is…
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| Freedom is delicate, cracking under abject catastrophe.
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| Stronger than his prison bars are the bars around her memory.
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| It’s irrelevant, her relation to me.
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| No one is innocent if they go free.
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| No one is innocent if they go free.
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| When we hand raise the beast, and the beast runs wild,
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| we must speak of our own involvement in the rape of a child.
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| It’s irrelevant, her relation to me.
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| No one is innocent if they go free.
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| No one is innocent if they go free.
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| That’s when they lock up,
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| That’s when they lock up your bones,
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| That’s when they lock up,
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| femininity infected with the illusion that choice, choice is… |