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Back again to take this proground scan
I only do this for the cash
Baiting all the windows
Disimproveing the cash flow
Of this we all forgot, but
Now the truth is here
I don't believe that you care
Just open your realism and improve the facts
Of this we all fear
Filled out
The street gentile fared
Never mind the pain
When your hooks are snubbed
Get down
Underground
Pray for your forgiveness
Never mind the words
You sure showing weakness
Humanity Have seen these rotten leaders
Controlling everything as they went
Stop by making statements
All the cross of the pave men
The will, will never die
Pull up
Get down
Underground
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Feel the touch upon your soul
They rip you off to buy the gold
Control the pain they give to you
Your man will tell you when it's through
Cast away
Hey you
Cast away
Hey
Don't hate yourself for what they done
You're brainwashed by the time they're gone
Try to keep your dreams out of reach
Don't listen when they start to preach
Never turn your back on your enemy
Just look them in the eyes
Then they will see
The power you possess
Can break the skull
Of the man who try to take them all
No chance I take my own life
Break away from the feelings and deny
Turn yourself to the power of the land
Get away from the foster land
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Torment Me
Blacked
Softied
Don't neutralise in thoughtfulness
Strangeing
The water
Pollute me
By the love they lost for you
For you
Drainageity
The senesces
Running from the sacrifice
The got you
At fin foyn
Letning you
For those who died, who died
Torment me
Lusting yourself with emptiness
You can't connect the dreams they sent
Doing the things lay they all expect rage
Free from all the thoughts they had
Suicide
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