So you think you're the answer? A new form of "God" A destructive mater All you do is feed us to rot
Why don't you stab me to death While your foot is on my throat? Cause that's the constant pain I feel To hear you speak through that microphone
Agony and suffering; Governmental mockery; Overwhelmed with police brutality; Pointless criminiality
Like poison running through my veins We live in fear- no escape No cure for this mentall illness; No peace, decay
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