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Can't you see what they're doing As they fly high, setting their harsh beady eyes on the desperate and vulnerable? They pick on those so blinded by fear, littering the skies with their lies Watch as they fuel their prey with rage Just to light fire for their own selfish pride. So cover your ears when you hear their siren-screeching; It's nothing but a false alarm. If we can't expose these toxic creatures, all we'll have left is an endless debt of broken promises, scars.
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
The Vultures in Suits
Can't you see what they're doing As they fly high, setting their harsh beady eyes on the desperate and vulnerable? They pick on those so blinded by fear, littering the skies with their lies Watch as they fuel their prey with rage Just to light fire for their own selfish pride. So cover your ears when you hear their siren-screeching; It's nothing but a false alarm. If we can't expose these toxic creatures, all we'll have left is an endless debt of broken promises, scars.
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
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