Album : Clayman
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In the most desolate corner
Bad case of the urban blues
Another brick in the living shadow
All inhale the downward spiral

Hey, get in line for tragic
Let us dance to the pistol magic
Just aim and end another
But think as I rape your mother

Another player joins the table
Who I can or cannot trust
When do we get assigned?
Pure and precious with bad intentions

Hey, come and join the show
All the cameras are ready to go
Just aim and end another
But think as I rape your mother

A single step, a garbled life
Where's the profit?
And your rage the pain
Will it all be worth it?

Genetic, it seems to be
Abandon, the mass ideal
Let's reunite and brush the dust away

We think we're in control
Then we become the things we hate
Let's reunite and brush the dust away

Obtain a prosperous future
And the admiration of all
Act in the [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] downward spiral

Genetic, it seems to be
Abandon, the mass ideal
Let's reunite and brush the dust away

We think we're in control
Then we become the things we hate
Let's reunite and brush the dust away
In the most desolate corner   Bad case of the urban blues   Another brick in the living shadow   All inhale the downward spiral      Hey, get in line for tragic   Let us dance to the pistol magic   Just aim and end another   But think as I rape your mother      Another player joins the table   Who I can or cannot trust   When do we get assigned?   Pure and precious with bad intentions      Hey, come and join the show   All the cameras are ready to go   Just aim and end another   But think as I rape your mother      A single step, a garbled life   Where's the profit?   And your rage the pain   Will it all be worth it?      Genetic, it seems to be   Abandon, the mass ideal   Let's reunite and brush the dust away      We think we're in control   Then we become the things we hate   Let's reunite and brush the dust away      Obtain a prosperous future   And the admiration of all   Act in the [Incomprehensible]   [Incomprehensible] downward spiral      Genetic, it seems to be   Abandon, the mass ideal   Let's reunite and brush the dust away      We think we're in control   Then we become the things we hate   Let's reunite and brush the dust away