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Except from the lies which you created
Your thought of lies becoming dated
Ruin our lives then plead for support
The noose around your neck is getting tort
Slit your own throat
Your ignorance is hard to believe
Do you want to see this country bleed?
Stuck in a rut full of rot
complaining about things you haven't got
Disrupt the lives of those around
It´s time you lot were underground
But no-one hears you when you start to moan
Sulk in self pity til the cows come home