It's time we harvest the garden It's time we feed these pyres their meat It's time we rise with new vengeance It's time we end this hypocracy Sooner or everything's ending Until we're all together, deceased Live your lobotomy, reclaim your brain Or you have suicided your dreams Imperfections are what tear us apart Breaking down your needs, Closing your eyes to the sadness that we see Closing our eyes to the sadness, Cleansing our soul to this tragic The way you want, the kill, the hunt So f--k the c-nt and everything that Comes along with it You motherf--kers better run and hide And try to buy your way out of this s--t, yeah! Such a tragedy Closing our eyes to the sadness, Slowly drifting, down to madness And I can swear I've been there, before To cleanse your weakness
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