Sick of it all, of the names that you call And that way that you walk (what to say, when to talk) Ending freedom of thought (prove the proof in truth) That is acting aloud, abnormalities proud Aren't you?
Don't try pull the padlock on your pen Predestined enforcement, stains, idealistic pigeon hole Don't loose the key to end control
No purpose reason truth fact right o' left Last crack first back there's nowhere left to go Can't move, is it it?, looks hard, does it fit? Imminent crusade, opposite afraid, decadent
Don't spit, don't bleed, don't have, don't please Don't walk, can't, won't try, don't please, oh! Can't move, can't breathe, can't go Doctrined conform suppositories Believe in it It's everywhere Just look around N' see yourself Believing it.
Rigmarole, on control Vacant won't, don't decadent. Uh!
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