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Doomed plans of safety surface between showcases of failed poetry. |
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Your bullshit liberal declaration of pedofile immunity. |
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Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth. |
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One more ribbon, one more guilt trip. |
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Still you would give them one more chance and damn those whores for carelessness. |
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Come with your declaration. |
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Cut the length and choose your mount. |
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I'll wet the appetite for change. |
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I'll feast on them for a while. |
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Statistic after sick statistic. |
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Only your success is more pathetic. |
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Take the rape and push it in until you're raw to any comfort. |
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Eaten out hollow he feasts. |
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He smiles with her on his breath. |
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She can no longer feel it tear. |
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She can no longer push her self to breath. |
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Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth. |
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One more ribbon, one more guilt trip. |
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Still you would let those bastards live and damn those whores for carelessness. |
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Come with your legislation. |
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Cut the length and give them rope. |
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I'll wet the appetite for change. |
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I'll feast on them for a while. |
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Verdict after unjust verdict. |
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Only your success is more twisted. |
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Take the rape and pull it out. |
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Until you're raw to any comfort. |
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Eaten out hollow still bound. |
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A smile never passed her lips. |
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She's tore to her navel. |
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His sick idea of growing pains. |
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Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth. |
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One more ribbon, one more guilt trip. |
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Still you would let those bastards free and damn those whores for carelessness. |
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Come with your empathy. |
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Cut to length and kick them down. |
