March march march to the beat of the drum
Lock and
Lost in the depths of your hapless facade
Your pious contempt
I heard your name the other day
And it cut me
The world sags beneath our weight
Parasites, we suck it dry
Like
Every time I walk down the street
I want to kill
Swirling all around you
Are the rumors people spread
Vicious lies that
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