Pollution.
In this air I breathe, there is no dilution, from the carcinogens you emit.
The smog steadily spews from your sin blackened lips.
Manufacturing twisted lies in your factory mind.
No one left but the plagued.
There are no true answers left to find.
Not for you.
Not for any of those ****** with a third eye blind.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Pollution.
In this air I breathe, there is no dilution, from the carcinogens you emit.
The smog steadily spews from your sin blackened lips.
Manufacturing twisted lies in your factory mind.
No one left but the plagued.
There are no true answers left to find.
Not for you.
Not for any of those ****** with a third eye blind.
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