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I'm the concrete leper |
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Sickness repulsion embodied |
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But hear the sermon escaping my vermin mouth |
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You might even stay with me in the dirt |
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I'm soaked in putrid |
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Sewage risen from empty words |
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To you a legion of nausea |
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I'm your sins |
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I'm your crown of thorns |
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I've seen the blood of generations |
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The ravenous mouth called system |
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We're all shaped by vulgar hands |
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The grip of hate and lies |
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The sustenance to our bellicose ways |
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An ignorance almost justified |
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As the gap of humanity fraction grows |
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The skull of life lobotomized, hear me |
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I'm ignominy |
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There's no renaissance we're bleeding, no |
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I've flown a million minds black in despair |
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The liquids of uncertainty spit into their eyes |
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Our flesh embedded in counters of iniquity |
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It seems like we are all your merchandise not civilized |
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No words we adapt in our silence paralyzed |
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To changes erasing the last denial lines |
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Attitudes crucified still we're going on |
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Crawling toward submissive suicide |