Raining severed heads. Gashed up body and bloodshed.
Tale of ill-tempered high class, turns into shattered
glass. Simple minded evil motive. Typical. So bland.
Corrupting a foreign land.

Fiction takes hold of what is real.
What were being told,
Not to be bold,
is that Tragedy's a steal.

Stab me into a lake of blood. I have and always will be
a puppet. Stuck in this bucket of shit.
Carnal sex scene, implanting faith. To liberate, is to
conquer ingrates. Hybrid earth, killing off the human
beings. The only thing we're actually being is used.
We're being used. You'll never sit in the their chairs,
You'll never grace their scene, you'll never ride their
limousine.
 
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