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lyrics
A pathetic excuse for a lifetime's abuse
I see no colors, see no race
I'm not afraid to lose face
and it's exactly my place to exclude myself from your war
I adore your little rip-offs and the knives at your back
what your confidence lacks, what your nature reveals
So whisper back at me the fuckin' ideals you never believed
I see you for what you really are
no sense of consequence, no sense of guilt
You're fucked up well beyond repair
An inherent empty stare locked in illusions of wellfare
with a little cage, to mumble fragments of rage
and simply turn the fucking page
I do not know what to seek in you
I do not know what to trust in you
This is not a statistic, no, not even close
This is your life
Well the culprit is noone but you
enthraled, encaged, ensnared
to this never-ending spiral.