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Beneath The Temple (Of Plastic Walls)
i will not go quietly
no stranger to the pain
shrapnel laced spit
spewed from vile lips
another bullet in the back
human lying machine
pissing on the grave
of those closest to you
rising above the game
instead of playing it
silver tongued demon
master manipulator
a ticking time bomb
about to self-destruct
how sweet it is
watching you fall
beneath the temple
of plastic walls
i’m a one man army
fighting a fabricated war
violent propaganda
produced in an evil mind
mangled bodies dying
innocent have bled
in the queens hands
lies the end of it all
rising above the game
instead of playing it
silver tongued demon
master manipulator
a ticking time bomb
about to self-destruct
how sweet it is
watching you fall
beneath the temple
of plastic walls
salt in the wound
demonize the truth
spirits in the crossfire
it’s all about you
your crown tainted
kingdom in ruins
red tears puddle
in the side of the dawn
rising above the game
instead of playing it
silver tongued demon
master manipulator
a ticking time bomb
about to self-destruct
how sweet it is
watching you fall
beneath the temple
of plastic walls
no stranger to the pain
shrapnel laced spit
spewed from vile lips
another bullet in the back
human lying machine
pissing on the grave
of those closest to you
rising above the game
instead of playing it
silver tongued demon
master manipulator
a ticking time bomb
about to self-destruct
how sweet it is
watching you fall
beneath the temple
of plastic walls
i’m a one man army
fighting a fabricated war
violent propaganda
produced in an evil mind
mangled bodies dying
innocent have bled
in the queens hands
lies the end of it all
rising above the game
instead of playing it
silver tongued demon
master manipulator
a ticking time bomb
about to self-destruct
how sweet it is
watching you fall
beneath the temple
of plastic walls
salt in the wound
demonize the truth
spirits in the crossfire
it’s all about you
your crown tainted
kingdom in ruins
red tears puddle
in the side of the dawn
rising above the game
instead of playing it
silver tongued demon
master manipulator
a ticking time bomb
about to self-destruct
how sweet it is
watching you fall
beneath the temple
of plastic walls
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