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The Abominations Of Those Virtuous
We rely on subtle points and stabs at biting humor To reveal our tired roles of slave and domination Who did you enlighten today Humiliate to sell your point of view
Create an image for mass consumption Insecurities as intellect
See your soul in your eyes Hope your trophies will not mind
I'm sick of this grain of salt That I must take you with I wanna lash out but I bite my lip
The talk gets older and the lines get stale
Your chance at godliness has already failed
You can't deny Your thirst and drive For your time In the spotlight
Why are you so damned sure that you shut your friends out?
I have learned to shut out every hateful word You'll never see the friends you've lost
From behind your transparent mask
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I haven't grown to hate you I've just grown to forget you
You label me class, rank and station Your intellectual masturbation You're absolutely intoxicated By your own mouth running in circles
Your tongue always tends to lose it
Every chance you get you abuse it
You have now spent a lifetime Killing time
Killing time
Tow the line But you're eager, withdraw and I'll
Follow you
Though you're quick to act
Like a threat
To make others feel so small
The thought that you repeat
And the letter that you scream
Before that you were killing time
In time
I'm sick and tired of your reaction
I'm sick and tired of your reaction
I'm sick and tired of your reaction
Why don't you shut the fuck up?
When you discover Just how easy It is to impress Without demanding All the attention For no reason Maybe you'll believe me
Your own will to power has come back to haunt you
Your own will to power has come back to haunt you
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