Let磗 gratify your inmost desires
click it on ?that磗 all you
You ain磘 like us but you try to be
...you磖e a
There's too much pressure braking down on me
But I'm fed
The day has come which was foretold in the revelation
What
A glaring plague warned of peril.
The city's lying in
he's the ghost behind the scenes
a nightmare born by modern
Your cult is dead, that磗 what I believe
but I have
Shadowlike they haunt me at night
Horrible dreams to grab
Once the king you bro'jght on your decline
You tried
There's a jock living in my head
The fault is
There's violence coming up, trouble on the streets.
Gangs are
Now you're in a jam, hold your head between your
In the shadow of the concrete giants
Got to live there
Your life's so weird you doubt it's real and reject
you know my mind is twisted i'm struggling for control
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