| Doomed plans of safety surface between showcases of failed poetry
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| Your bullshit liberal declaration of pedofile immunity
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| Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth
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| One more ribbon, one more guilt trip
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| Still you would give them one more chance
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| And damn those whores for carelessness
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| Come with your declaration. |
| Cut the length and choose your mount
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| I’ll wet the appetite for change. |
| I’ll feast on them for a while
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| Statistic after sick statistic
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| Only your success is more pathetic
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| Take the rape and push it in until you’re raw to any comfort
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| Eaten out hollow he feasts
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| He smiles with her on his breath
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| She can no longer feel it tear
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| She can no longer push her self to breath
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| Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth
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| One more ribbon, one more guilt trip
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| Still you would let those bastards live
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| And damn those whores for carelessness
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| Come with your legislation
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| Cut the length and give them rope
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| I’ll wet the appetite for change
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| I’ll feast on them for a while
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| Verdict after unjust verdict
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| Only your success is more twisted
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| Take the rape and pull it out
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| Until you’re raw to any comfort
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| Eaten out hollow still bound
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| A smile never passed her lips
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| She’s tore to her navel
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| His sick idea of growing pains
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| Yet you wear it like a badge of wealth
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| One more ribbon, one more guilt trip
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| Still you would let those bastards free
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| And damn those whores for carelessness
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| Come with your empathy
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| Cut to length and kick them down |