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Skinny Puppy The Greater Wrong Of The Right

simple things that I relish Empire sews the seed of hate (We remove ourselves) Passing flames inspires ugly traits (Sanitize) Creepy ills to keep the fear in line Is it wrong

Attached in awe, what an abashed hate filled culture of viruses, born raised and infected with violent thought, to set it off defend the wrong incite

Is this pure reality? Could we be led to believe? Lemmings up against a sea Drowning in speculation Even told when waters older More polluted never Drink

Are we alone? Mission complete To the unknown This is a story This is so sorry [Hard as a stone] Sunk in to deep Run out of air Lung full of

beat my head to wake up cause I feel as if I'm sleeping past is in the heart and I am waiting for the rhythm feed the holy jaws no saying pain is the