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Stripped clean
This world's an oyster and we torched it
contortion pinned with torque placed on the organs
this poor orbit
we're sick twisted
sure, the mission is grim
but an optimistic vision sticks
lives of men
grevious misfits
In our sheets and tissues
these different issues
Institutions, schools without a feat
their solution, strew delusion, pure confusion
prescribing narcotics to anyone fiddling
Riddled with ritalin.
Slip them addys so they settle in.
Next interim, they'll be dangling at the feet.
And these pedos walk clean they drifting on a dream
FDA taking bribes from sly thieves
Deemed wise
to an oath
on a knee
Its so offensive
a regime
A demise against the sea
sea is me
societies me
I'm somewhere up that ocean
making notions for a motion
a potion that remedies
and it's hidden up my sleeve.
Stripped clean
Birthed dead
ash to ashes
burnt heads
glass meets cement
fragments of fractions
all sides point yet
we still ask the questions
an infection
we fucked this world without protection
The direction we're living,
we need a compass of precision
an instrument that's driven in our choices and decisions
It will voice the moral gimmicks
Hoist us because we are
Poised, we are a sickness
Doused without religion
aroused at whim
this sin-city of sims
shroud-headed simpletons
this gifted living running out of wrap
an empty sphere we couldn't save if we react.
Stripped clean
Birthed dead
ash to ashes
burnt heads
glass meets cement
fragments of fractions
all sides point yet
we still ask the questions
an infection
we fucked this world without protection
Descendants, holder of balms
Molder of pawns
Bolder than Bronx
Human
We're colder than nam
our tombs are embalmed
Putin
Preserving our wrongs
I guess we
with flailing arms
are failing hard
hailing this tard
he's starred as the president
the movies irrelevant
With trump on the trumpet
titled infamous puppet
and I second this
He's the fucking president
so where do I sit??
contortion pinned with torque placed on the organs
this poor orbit
we're sick twisted
sure, the mission is grim
but an optimistic vision sticks
lives of men
grevious misfits
In our sheets and tissues
these different issues
Institutions, schools without a feat
their solution, strew delusion, pure confusion
prescribing narcotics to anyone fiddling
Riddled with ritalin.
Slip them addys so they settle in.
Next interim, they'll be dangling at the feet.
And these pedos walk clean they drifting on a dream
FDA taking bribes from sly thieves
Deemed wise
to an oath
on a knee
Its so offensive
a regime
A demise against the sea
sea is me
societies me
I'm somewhere up that ocean
making notions for a motion
a potion that remedies
and it's hidden up my sleeve.
Stripped clean
Birthed dead
ash to ashes
burnt heads
glass meets cement
fragments of fractions
all sides point yet
we still ask the questions
an infection
we fucked this world without protection
The direction we're living,
we need a compass of precision
an instrument that's driven in our choices and decisions
It will voice the moral gimmicks
Hoist us because we are
Poised, we are a sickness
Doused without religion
aroused at whim
this sin-city of sims
shroud-headed simpletons
this gifted living running out of wrap
an empty sphere we couldn't save if we react.
Stripped clean
Birthed dead
ash to ashes
burnt heads
glass meets cement
fragments of fractions
all sides point yet
we still ask the questions
an infection
we fucked this world without protection
Descendants, holder of balms
Molder of pawns
Bolder than Bronx
Human
We're colder than nam
our tombs are embalmed
Putin
Preserving our wrongs
I guess we
with flailing arms
are failing hard
hailing this tard
he's starred as the president
the movies irrelevant
With trump on the trumpet
titled infamous puppet
and I second this
He's the fucking president
so where do I sit??
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