You hate the way it feeds you the destiny that needs you I have to say you like it deep down you know its true Satans own barbcue In your empathy it rides Helpless sex divides Holding you to scream Isn't it fun, human being Take a real raw look A thought that never shook Oh pretty little herion whore Who never liked the boy next door Oh ambishious corprate boy Thinking lifes your little toy you don't know shit about shit And you wish the boss would bite it The hate you deny is real Lie, but you feel And it tastes just like Envy
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