Every time I turn on the TV click to the
Touched by the hands that have murdered a million
Unarmed patrons'
I am aware that you have a right to your
Sitting on the bus, thinking of all the things that've
Isolated in open space
Everything is lost, but thats not the
wake up late in the day, i'm roaming the streets,
Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and
Think about this for a second
Why don't you leave me
Fall to the floor board
the cold sore on your face
once again i am abandoned all hope is lost, what
another nights out of sight
another drink what is he thinking?
we
label me and instigate a fight
sign your name on the
Picking at my brain, need a place to stay
Open your
Now you're fighting because you found another reason
to corrupt
today we're in a state of blasting bullshit through the
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