Seal the fate of countless people
Because they slurp every drop
Regards
I will not give in to what the TV sells
The
Cough up blood, cough up dust
Remember who you can trust
Cough
It's like a street gang with a name
If you want
I fall asleep at night with the TV on
Subliminal message,
I hold no qualms butting heads with you
Not every argument
I don't believe nothing is wrong
I don't relive my past
I
Oh mind invader
When weakness shows then it will grow
Will you
The deep black, the bloody arms swing
Suffering from severe dementia
And
The smashed glass
it's a mess
how'd they find my street I
Sometimes it feels (like I'm walking on a tightrope).
I jump
Rat trap, now I know this place is a
Death trap,
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