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I Dont Walk with the Likes of You
I Dont got the Looks
I got no Culture
but in the dark we learn to be
a little bitter and a bit smarter
That's why you cannot follow me
Against them all
Against the Tide

Greed
Is your sickness
And its weight will pull you down
To the bottom of the sea

drenched by your longing of power
there's no truth to your existence
Futile dreams, futile path
Now you will feel the currents wrath
There's something in water
And it don't take no gold nor silver

Asphyxiate
Be torn apart
You are an anchor
rusting in the dark

This is the last swim you will take
And will be fun to watch you drown
One less imbecile
One less snake to worry about

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