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Under the influence of giants Its just alot of different kind of the same thing Replicating our gods But its all just alot of different kind of the same thing so it seems. Maybe we created a god for hope I know it all started in prehistoric times For control My mom she toils and works after coming home from work. My dad he relaxes and spends his time running in the ocean trying to catch her eyes But she's too busy in her own lies Talking to an invisible invincible God. You will see me working in the factory It's in my blood I'm a high school drop out trying to start my own revolution. With a little help from hell its the only solution. Or in the streets looking to smell spilled blood But what am I waiting for... Under the influence of gods It's all alot of different kind of the same thing How are we influenced by giants if we haven't seen them roam the halls Yet we are destroyed by them as if we were all Mexican ******* ****** It's all a different kind of the same hardships if you tell me.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Mini Giants (An Immigrants Story)
Under the influence of giants Its just alot of different kind of the same thing Replicating our gods But its all just alot of different kind of the same thing so it seems. Maybe we created a god for hope I know it all started in prehistoric times For control My mom she toils and works after coming home from work. My dad he relaxes and spends his time running in the ocean trying to catch her eyes But she's too busy in her own lies Talking to an invisible invincible God. You will see me working in the factory It's in my blood I'm a high school drop out trying to start my own revolution. With a little help from hell its the only solution. Or in the streets looking to smell spilled blood But what am I waiting for... Under the influence of gods It's all alot of different kind of the same thing How are we influenced by giants if we haven't seen them roam the halls Yet we are destroyed by them as if we were all Mexican ******* ****** It's all a different kind of the same hardships if you tell me.
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geovanni-alfaro
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
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