Stashing the bag and the joint
There's no real dealer
Makin' the
Something inside is taking my life
Can't kepp on going like
They've had it coming for so long
Not indispensable, not untouchable
This
Why must we die. life is a lie. there is
These things in my life
I've seen dreams in my head
Thats
People believe in their god to see
Corrupting others for their
Civilization, bane of mankind
The old ways disappear, they always disappear
Clan
Your way of life amusing
Your choices seem wasted to me
What
Impossible for man
To live peacefully
In very era
Brutal wars are there
Danger on your doorstep, get the red carpet out
Get the
Domination of the weak
Fed through perpetual greed
An alluring mask hides
Slaving for this dead life
Waiting endless fuck this
Controlling thoughts no
My soul's burning, immortal death
Screaming inside
Demonic possession, something
Incestuous whores of JesusFathers fucking their daughtersBrides of Christ, gag
It's like a walk in the darkAnd then there's one
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