| Human species, turned into feces
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| You’re not ashamed to be a part of this
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| Lies they linger, pointing fingers
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| We’re in an avalanche of shit
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| Playing stars, leaving scars
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| Nothing to have but all to kill
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| Taking sides, suicides
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| Life in a body bag, toes tagged
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| We are going down
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| You’re a gift
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| That keeps on disappointing
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| Full of shit
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| You can’t be something you’re not
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| Run your mouth
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| Them words be disappearing
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| With no doubt
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| You don’t know to spit of swallow
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| Can’t you hear they laugh at you and point their fingers right at you
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| Pull the trigger, unleash the rage
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| Can’t you hear they laugh at you and point their fingers right at you
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| Pull the trigger, unleash the rage
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| There’s no hope, necklace of rope
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| Kick the chair from under your feet
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| Shoot on sight, it’s black and white
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| Nothing to have but all to kill
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| So play stars and leave scars
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| Don’t be ashamed to be a part of this
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| Choose your side, suicide?
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| Life in a body bag, toes tagged
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| We are going down
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| You’re a gift
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| That keeps on disappointing
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| Full of shit
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| You can’t be something you’re not
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| Run your mouth
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| Them words be disappearing
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| With no doubt
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| You don’t know to spit of swallow
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| Can’t you hear they laugh at you and point their fingers right at you
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| Pull the trigger, unleash the rage
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| Can’t you hear they laugh at you and point their fingers right at you
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| Pull the trigger, unleash your rage
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| Your rage |