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Industrialised abortions |
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The organs lined up on the shelves |
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Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace |
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With your pitful ****ing selves |
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So full of nothing behind the closed doors |
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Of your very own misery |
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You're getting your share of weird ****ing pleasure |
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Watching humiliation |
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TV You're all ****ing nothing but bricks on a board |
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Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords |
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Useful a cog in the moneymachine |
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Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry |
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That's why you |
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Kill Why you want to |
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Kill Why you should |
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Kill And so you |
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Kill Beauty pagants for the five year old |
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Pay-per-view |
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Christ for your souls |
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The lottery of mammon will provide for you |
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When you are back broken useless and old |
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But once you are dead and they'll showed |
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You into the forgiving flames |
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They'll refer to you only by a social security number |
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And not your name |
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Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give |
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Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live |
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So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside |
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And continue to timely pay your ****ing taxes until you all ****ing dies |
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That's why you |
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Kill Why you want to |
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Kill Why you should |
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Kill And so you |
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Kill |
