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Jackals feast on a fresh kill
Teeth gnash until hitting bone
Surviving the game takes skill
Since danger never travels alone
Only faith can move mountains
Especially the ones around here
Don’t drink from the fountains
Somebody probably pissed in there
I apologize before i’m done
It’s simply chance i got this far
Schizophrenic tongue on this one
While my brain and mouth spar
Random thoughts minus the filter
So i can slip a fuck in there
For good measure it’s off-kilter
Just listen to the wall and stare
Realizing my first verse jingles
Like a demented commercial
With serial killers selling Pringle's
Filmed on some lot at Universal
Meanwhile demons wearing suits
Carve up the world a little finer
They all walking in designer boots
Making deals inside a local diner
Everywhere i look mile after mile
Guilt manifests into hate and decay
Evil often hides behind a smile
While really fucking up your day
Is there any hope for tomorrow
Does your frail cup runneth over?
Basking in the guise of sorrow
Resting naked on a patch of clover
Another liar on a one-way street
Arrives at the local den of thieves
Quiet lady drinks her whiskey neat
Near a lonely man who still believes
There's no effect without just cause
Always three sides to every story
Networks pipe in the phony applause
And falsify it as some act of glory
Teeth gnash until hitting bone
Surviving the game takes skill
Since danger never travels alone
Only faith can move mountains
Especially the ones around here
Don’t drink from the fountains
Somebody probably pissed in there
I apologize before i’m done
It’s simply chance i got this far
Schizophrenic tongue on this one
While my brain and mouth spar
Random thoughts minus the filter
So i can slip a fuck in there
For good measure it’s off-kilter
Just listen to the wall and stare
Realizing my first verse jingles
Like a demented commercial
With serial killers selling Pringle's
Filmed on some lot at Universal
Meanwhile demons wearing suits
Carve up the world a little finer
They all walking in designer boots
Making deals inside a local diner
Everywhere i look mile after mile
Guilt manifests into hate and decay
Evil often hides behind a smile
While really fucking up your day
Is there any hope for tomorrow
Does your frail cup runneth over?
Basking in the guise of sorrow
Resting naked on a patch of clover
Another liar on a one-way street
Arrives at the local den of thieves
Quiet lady drinks her whiskey neat
Near a lonely man who still believes
There's no effect without just cause
Always three sides to every story
Networks pipe in the phony applause
And falsify it as some act of glory
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