Roped into oblivion - it has a fee.

Our feet are missing, portrait of anxiety addiction.

You make it hurt white is lying

And it makes us feel cold, dead again

We intend to destroy all dogmatic verbal systems

You are the victim

Tomorrow is too late

You are the victim

You want, want is yours

You are the victim

Tomorrow is too late

You are the victim

You want, want is yours

Knowledge is a weapon - not a weakness,

You want a home, not a cell

Our arms are weak with carrying you

We don't count, we just exist

We intend to destroy all dogmatic verbal systems

You are the victim

Tomorrow is too late

You are the victim

You want, want is yours

You are the victim

Tomorrow is too late

You are the victim

You want, want is yours

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