Plastic, crying, still the pose
Communications cut, caskets closed
No one followed 'em, clench my fist, enough credit
A runaway set and i'm criminally poetic to this track
This lyrical hijack, knowledge free
Making endeavors, a path to ways of war
Rebellion underground, play real
I'll scream and i'll force a government debt
It's too much to resent, but instead of these shells
It's got me fired up, i'm tired than hell
So check you're source, i think a hearse went by
If we're not with them, we'll be the next to die
You can't judge a book by it's cover
Who will play? who will save?
You don't understand the difficult
When you're stored in an unmarked grave
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