diamond white versus charcoal black a thousand faceless souls worth less than one soulless face this is our daily standard and it makes me sick to my stomach forgetting all we have learnt this is a new dawn the birth of things to come something has got to give and this time I think it should be you as you sit there mouth agape shocked by this pixelated distant reality the press of a button to erase them all the fecal pacifier in the mouth of the drooling infant I won't swallow this shit mere dollars for the fortune teller to tell them they are worthless but given the chance for less I will give them a gun and your signed confession uh oh, looks like you are shit out of luck Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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