Из альбома: My Precious

I scorn your salvation

your naked eyes spit


wishful thinking and uncertainty

weakened hearts, centered to the core

promise of friendship, you whore

cult of standard, I'm bitter

thanks but i'm not buying



arouse and cramp their minds

gathering that refute mindless politics

go public, don't let your outcry

defeat your exploitation in the future



fuck, this is strange

i'm not too sure

did they feel the same?

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