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You compromise your style
to make that inch a mile
It's a pit the truth just died
But you never held that dear
Excusing ped*philes
How do you sleep at night
Hold on with all your might
With a golden smile plastered on your lips
Now Jesus can't hide you
The mirror looks through you
No doubt you spoke too soon
Now we see all the hate you hide
Will you stand idly by
And watch the truth just die
In a nation that's built on lies
You'll be eating a better brand of s**t
Yellow, Brittle! (Hand me my gun son)
Yellow, Brittle! (It's time to feel strong)
Yellow, Brittle! (Disguising faces)
Yellow, Brittle! (Hide your disgrace)
Six year olds sucking c*ck
It makes your stomach lock
It's a pity you don't give a fk
While the guilty run the show
Will you stand idly by
And watch the truth just die
In a nation that's built on lies
Where was jesus when you fked that little girl?
Two-faced weakling in a double standard world!
The change in form
The coming storm
Nature's made mistakes
An innocence is lost