Hold your facade, be a good little boy As you play with the truth As is life was just a ploy Then you rape the words with madness As you kill the world with good So rosy are those lenses wich you see through... Label me, label all who disagree From behind your walls You can shoot item in their knees And still holding up your shady shield A saint you are indeed... Work the lurid tongues of your entourage... Oh, behold... How the fools said that lifes a game And goodness merely fame They close their eyes To find dull darkness in their minds Honesty makes you free So they shackle you with lies And I wont forgive them for their crimes You put words in my mouth Isnt that what youre about? Tiny mind, running numb Seeking shade from the sun You wont take a stand or understand Its time to go beyond You just hide behind your cunning camouflage... Your sick cabal... ritual bizarre Drown in caviar... you cant kill us all Youve gone too far...
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