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It's all in my face

This place has no space

This place has just lost its grace

I speak just to call you names

Filthy carpet

Beast for a pet

So how are you feeling

Hanging from the ceiling

No one to meet here

There is no hope

Nothing to hold my pieces

Nothing could breach my walls

So no one has made us

Raised by this sick world

And so we hail our

Leaders of destruction

You planted the bad seed

And stayed to watch it grow

And you hold fear in your raised hands

Get sex like the superman