fuck you, motherfucker
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rusty nails rip at my hands
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rolling down in my bed
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rip apart the vision that you see
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with your eyes on tv
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red tear, into your face
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another dream of society's fate
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oh, we'll crawl up the corporate ladder
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together
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crushed in my only world
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push it over to the moon
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a tiny vision of little children
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play along for fun
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and prophets of gloom, rich
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time waits over, a book of the dead
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blood slid over, nothing to say
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vision in your brain, telling again
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to kill us asleep, and you'll never see anything
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but vanity on top of the world
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and floating down, into the mess
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then you kiss your lovers fate
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into life you will fade
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oh, you will fade
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your war, broken prophets
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right across my floor
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the canned vision
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you can destroy
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the very vision that brought you along
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rocket ships shoot at the moon
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they fly up in the sky
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the blood of apocalyptic gloom
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spreading all over
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they won't make you see
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your shoes are made of snake skin
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your skin is like a little faint
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reminder of crushing your skull
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sit in a drunken state
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apathy glow, you will fake it
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won't you watch all them
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he's all over you and you don't know why
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you don't know why
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wasted
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relations of fourty states and nations
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will crawl under your finger nail and get stuck
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wail thrill kill for the sake of maturity
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walk down the street at night
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i feel a little scared inside
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i pull out a 9mm and blow a fucking cop's head off
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'cause i'm bored
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i wanna kill them all
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'cause they make me sick
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a last man's judgment trip
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the population rescue
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Planck's Constant
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Velvet Acid Christ |