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Your social reformsOf suicidal liesEntering the uterus of societyLike 1,000 fallen anglesFalling from the skyOnto the innocentsThat live in a society filledWith rapist, killers, mothers, and racistDestroying their soulsTuring them to your pure black holdIn which you?ll burn there eye?s shutWith your cigarette filled withThe souls of the unborn childrenLying in the uterus of societyThat?s blackened to the soulBy the dead social reformOf love and hateYour suicide has always been to lateBecause you?ve filled the uterus of societyWith what it needs to spawnThe next generation ofThe depressionIn which we call our liv

of fences with switchesturn them onthe moats of your homespoured salt onthese slugsmugshot fatigueshimmeringpacemaker pace yourselfyou were slowly clawingyour way outtourniquet of gossipon a board of checkeredchesssalt ring probingin case of emergencystampede is comingmastadon infantryradiate this frequencyand show me just whatthe hell you meanpacemaker pace yourselfyou were slowly clawingyour way outhere comes the bridehere comes the bridelavender and smothered inblack turpentine