| I was a child my choices were taken away
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| Taught to become my father’s spawn unknowing slave
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| No room to grow nowhere to go forced to behave
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| No way to fight this was my life put in my place
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| I began to feel more comfortable
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| With my brainwashed psycho acolytes
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| There was never any doubt in my mind
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| Every word they spoke was truth
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| They would never lie
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| Spending my time
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| My energy
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| My life
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| On my knees so that they could
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| Dominate me and con me out of my money
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| Work me to the bone and finally cast me aside
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| My sacrifice
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| They promised me something
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| I could not be sure they would give me it
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| I have no power to question it
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| Free will perverts
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| They say the majority believes and therefore
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| So must I
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| Fall into line or they will destroy me
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| Nullifying any resistance I may have held
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| All of the lies I have been taught
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| They add up to something so fully
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| Disgusting
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| Devoid of will and of potency
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| Bred to die
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| Humanities greatest fear realized
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| Coward dogmatic head in the sand
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| Oblivious to the torture they’ve devised
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| The next phase of defilement now begins
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| As I grew up my sexuality stunted
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| And my love was dissected and defined by strangers
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| Put into public my guilt and dishonor
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| My filthy urges were unmercifully scrutinized
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| They could not let me be an animal
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| They desired me to be pure
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| They would castrate me to help my
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| Devilish desires disappear
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| They would cut me out of my own life
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| Ruling what remains by fear
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| Just a drone mindless automaton
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| What went wrong to get me here
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| In my heart the full weight of my innocence
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| Had I had a different perspective
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| I might see how bad it is
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| I’d see that my path was defective
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| How easily I gave in
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| To the whim of my master’s
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| Control
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| Vitriol
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| Spineless obedience
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| Behold the sheep are stripped of their deviance
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| To serve obey and become the ingredients
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| Of the next batch of lies that they will feed infants
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| When the circle completes
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| Then I will plant the tree which shades the world
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| From the harsh but necessary light of reality
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| Humanity
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| Depravity
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| This is no game
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| This life a dream bewitched in its own decadence
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| Anointed and cleansed by its own self-importance
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| Deprived of all the beauty and decency and used to sell my master’s
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| Control vitriol spineless obedience
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| Behold the sheep are stripped of their deviance
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| To serve obey and become the ingredients of the next batch of lies
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| Control vitriol spineless obedience behold the sheep are stripped of their
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| deviance
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| To serve obey and become the ingredients of the next batch of lies that they
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| will feed infants |