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DaDa Cancer cut my paintings weak and you've lost all the fun, Nothing more my fashion shiek and now we're on the run. Closing doors lock all behind and now I finally see, That everything that was before has got to go through me. Nihilist paintings on my wall and your charisma dies, When promises lay open just as much as havoc cries. Television magazines and now we close it all, To open up to better days the writings on the wall. Genocide's commercial pays the way we want to see, Suicide plays violins and dances painfully. Mercy pits against the weak and shelters us with guns, Fascist ways the leader says the masses all are stunned. Graven image pests the home with freedom on it's heel, Ten will say while I proclaim my freedom that you steal. Bottom feeders contimplate my mercinary dreams, Laughter fills my enemies who wait out my defeat. © Reverend Kirby, 1999 |