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There's no real way to make the best of the worst |
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We are sentenced at birth onto a prison we still call the |
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EarthThe pre-adolescent mind records |
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And stores all that they see, feel, and hear |
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And the actions of adulthood at best are carried out in fear |
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A figure of neglect stands above the shape of innocence |
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Succumbs to insecurities and issues cruel punishment |
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Unqualified, yet socially identified as symbols of poverty |
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Entitled to our cognizance |
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You can burn in hell for knowing what you know |
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Projections of a bastard, reaping what you sow |
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Feeding the illusion, a child's faith erodes |
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A new soul, a blank face |
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An innocent expression already erased |
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A new soul into the arms of cruelty |
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A blank face into the arms of cruelty |
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An innocent expression into the arms of cruelty |
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Already erased |
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There's no real way to make the best of the worst |
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We are sentenced at birth onto a prison we still call the |
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EarthWhy can you ignore the warnings? |
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And how can you truly welcome the product of yourself |
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Into the arms of cruelty? |
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Feeding the illusion that you want them in your custody |
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The helpless child trusts the arms of cruelty |
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A new soul into the arms of cruelty |
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A blank face into the arms of cruelty |
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An innocent expression into the arms of cruelty |
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Already erased |
