The hidden files, picture perfect places with pressure and pain, swept right under souls, it's Satan, isn't it strange?, but can't complain, cope with the cold facts and cats, beaten brutally, ******* with guns, knives and bats, can't take that back, government trapping us telling lies, death they only wishing, we die, **** our despise- towards the leader, cleavers, cutting our craniums, corpses lie, hidden files ******* our future free birds can't fly, try to touch the sky, hoping we all make it to heaven, only good ones go, the grudge won't make it to see the seven, bowls of fury, God's wrath is truly purely, and surely to make the demons die, slow, but slick and surely, the pains can no more lure me, to immediate crimes and danger, I put my faith in that cause with the Lord, I'm not a stranger.