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You know if you were exorcised
Demoralized. Itll all be right..yeah!
Ill grab my pen and write about
Kryptonite, so you can feel all right
You can build a bomb of lies
That doesnt hide who you are inside
You motherfkers, its all about s**t
The bulls**t runs off your tongue like spit
The psychotropic demi-god
It seems like youve been industrialized
Colorblind or just sold out yeah!
I never thought it would be like this
A million screaming mouths
A million pounds of s**t you motherfkers
All you fkers just waste our time
Talking heads on sticks
Sucking corporate d*cks
You motherfkers
Its all about s**t
The bulls**t runs off your tongue like spit
The psychotropic demi-god
Well always be the same
No matter who you are
(I hate this.I hate thisI hate this)