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Colors and numbers
And there's so many never be seen
It's not the big picture
Nothing
The system that we call...
I am immortal
Oh no you can't
But you will never know it
I drive the night category
Satisfy...
The white is wide
What is on the other side
Blackened sky
You won't believe your own two eyes
The highest...
What if the present
Suddenly became the past future
The systems reroute the situation
Lead to another with the black sun...
You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout I'm telling you why
Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna...
F-F-F-Foolin
Stop foolin myself f-f-f-faggot
Jess is a faggot, a f-f-faggot, YEAH!
Fuckin FOOLIN'...
You know what makes me happy
The things that make you sad
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
I want cheese but I can't digest the shit
I'm on a leave in the middle of Washington
These are some of the things I can't...
You can't stop it if I stop you I can
Here comes Jess, the garbage man
Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face and then I'll place...
Who wants to taste my general tso...you want to taste my general tso
I'm-a give it to you now
Who like my chopstick
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Speaking gibberish the shrieking drivel almost making sense
Let down your guard and sign the donor card
My hand denied one to many times
Hear what youre told the truth is getting old
A simple victim
Just cant defeat them
So late to unlock this with empty pockets
To be detained
And finding pleasure in the fact
Sad soul on loan but never on your own
Youve made mistakes, many repetitiously
As the truth unfolds, deceit is striking gold
A victim
He didnt defeat them
He's obligated, and terminated
Calling this a day at twenty-two
Quit existence at the proper cue
The heartless wish that there were more like you
Better forfeit all your goals, youre through
I cant bare the shame
Or the error of your choice
Infliction spree has seen the last of me
Who makes your moves if you eat out of their hand
Do what youre told
Deceit is striking gold
A victim
He didnt defeat them
He's obligated, and terminated
Calling this a day at twenty-two
Quit existence at the proper cue
The heartless wish that there were more like you
Better forfeit all your goals, youre through
Calling this a day at twenty-two
Quit existence at the proper cue
The heartless wish that there were like you
Better forfeit all your goals, youre through
[Thanks to punkrockerbunny@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to naturalyretarded@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics]
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