Pain! Pain! You no their all same! Same! Living for their own gain! Gain! I'll expose their game! Game!
This word is fools, fools, wicked use them as tools, tools.
Our souls used in vain, as they play us like game, yet their shown fame, instead brought to shame! Shame!
The wicked win! Win! With their voices full of sin,sin!
When does freedom truly begin, well right before the end. Then there is no more! More! As the earth shakes to its Core!core!
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
Pain! Pain! You no their all same! Same! Living for their own gain! Gain! I'll expose their game! Game!
This word is fools, fools, wicked use them as tools, tools.
Our souls used in vain, as they play us like game, yet their shown fame, instead brought to shame! Shame!
The wicked win! Win! With their voices full of sin,sin!
When does freedom truly begin, well right before the end. Then there is no more! More! As the earth shakes to its Core!core!
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