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Mankind (The hermaphrodite that is all men and women who fucks itself)
Sinister faces sit in high places their hands floating above the kill switch
Evil intentions old pride avengers with minds in the past and bodies in a ditch
I wanna leave but I cant get out
Fuck this world fuck my pleight
We will all be dust right after the fall
As if mankind never existed at all
You better live your life
Before the bombs start raining down
You better get it right
Before this world’s alight
With rains of errie glows, acid clouds spittin
This pain is the only fear I know and my teeth cant stop grittin
Better without Better head west better off dead like a vermin pest
I think the roaches are doing fine I talk to them all the time
I pretend eradiated water tastes asweeter than wine
And I talk to my head so I know I’m not dead hey I’m doing my best
Better confess
I wish I was a pest
Or at best killed with the rest
Evil intentions old pride avengers with minds in the past and bodies in a ditch
I wanna leave but I cant get out
Fuck this world fuck my pleight
We will all be dust right after the fall
As if mankind never existed at all
You better live your life
Before the bombs start raining down
You better get it right
Before this world’s alight
With rains of errie glows, acid clouds spittin
This pain is the only fear I know and my teeth cant stop grittin
Better without Better head west better off dead like a vermin pest
I think the roaches are doing fine I talk to them all the time
I pretend eradiated water tastes asweeter than wine
And I talk to my head so I know I’m not dead hey I’m doing my best
Better confess
I wish I was a pest
Or at best killed with the rest
Published 4th Nov 2012
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