I exclude light and wash my hands of you. By larger being devoured, Leaving only me to improve. Eyes Dont fucking weep Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek Youre expectant to the Fiending all the foes in middle Dont you see in the mirror that youre the selfish shit Shot glass seems to your soul Theres no point to grow You dont have time to explore Youre already broke Weep. Weep. Dont fucking weep. Your weak eyes cry tears of the week. Catch up with the sheep. Its a sacrilegious ceremony. New flavor of the week. Nothings sacred in the faces of the Soulless that youre made into Soulless that youre made into Soulless that youre made into Youre raptured by a guilty stifle down. Youre raptured by a guilty stifle down. I wash my hands of you ...And what Ill do is mess you up and lie to you. Look at you, you know its true. Its a field trip to Hollywood Babylon. But Im not coming. No.
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