It's like a ton of bricks on a busted back.
You
G…g…g…g…g…g…g…GO!
Go!
Yeah!
You take apart our little town
And
A life without fun is what I do not know
A
I go
I climb
I stalk
Don't speak
Just listen
I climb
I stalk
The root of
yeah
you take another one in the back
you take another one
Bringing on the hatred, bringing the lies,
Bringing on the violence,
The sound of revolution
The soul, my evolution
I take the test
Go!
We’re on a mission
The way to a better life.
We’ve got
Will the sun come in?
Will it shine on my face?
Will
what hear is not always
what you belive
what you think
The more we fail, the higher the ratings, higher the
emo holocaust take one
Dead men tell no tale HA HA
Hands tied; crucified, lost, found, entombed we collide.
Black whole, my
Dear Miss America, you know im doing this for you
Hey
Bourgeois fascist, mighty warrior of the right
You're scared of your
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