Haven't I heard this before? Your moves are straight out
Remove yourself from the set-up.
Their desires are suicide.
Yours
There's no need to put a price on my head
You were right when you said 'murder the sons of
A waking hell of servitude, I'd rather put a fork
When you define yourself by only one thing, that's a
If you're not stealing from your job you're a fucking
This chorus will never sound again
Buried in silence
Extinguished like memories
Shudder upon release
Another chapter has passed
And this shift has become
You've got to start and you've got to start now,
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