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Completely befuddled We fake it as muggles The abuse we face alone Buries confusion in our bones The siren places fear in our hearts She can be ours If she wants the part We can get ahead By abusing those who would give their bread In this we are all the same Many silent murderers with unimportant names Psychopaths on angry paths Hell bent on ********** Would you let them continue to dictate the conditions? Do you trust the statisticians? We are the result of the easy decision The sagging construction of constant derision Another man's home subject to intrusion A stance is required to end the delusion They're not here to protect you It's all an illusion!
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
A Case to Transport
Completely befuddled We fake it as muggles The abuse we face alone Buries confusion in our bones The siren places fear in our hearts She can be ours If she wants the part We can get ahead By abusing those who would give their bread In this we are all the same Many silent murderers with unimportant names Psychopaths on angry paths Hell bent on ********** Would you let them continue to dictate the conditions? Do you trust the statisticians? We are the result of the easy decision The sagging construction of constant derision Another man's home subject to intrusion A stance is required to end the delusion They're not here to protect you It's all an illusion!
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
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