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You want to think that your works are etched in stone

Well god-damn it I’ll bet your life you see alone

It ain't just me who voices their mind this way

Open your eyes, take a poll, majorsty

Why don’t you just go away

Take a gun and blow away

Why don't you just float away

In the rot you throw at me

You say my vote counts but it's hard to believe it

For what you want me for, to die on my feet for

Your laws and your soothsay, don't care about my say

Reality heathen want control of my breathin’

Impeccable aura, you're my worst horror