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I guess you followed me here, I can't say that I objectPhone book thrown on the floor after years of neglectI'm just wishing for rain to wash out all these insectsIt won't come, I'm insane to waste time on such conceptsPoliticians, pigs in shit There are no heros on either sideFold now, cash in your chipsThe dealer is tongue-tied and weary eyed Fog circles in your mind And you do not mean to hurt these ideas flowing like gold in a river of sewageTake from meWalk all over my pride with the soles of your dirty, heathen feetYou pray for a cleansing shower, but this county is a dust bowlTake from meCelebrities, bugs in a jarThere are no heros on either sideBomb churches and hospitals Shoot up your school, or commit suicidePipe bombs are effective if you just lure them to potential threatsLike moths to an open flame ignite like matches for your cigarettesSubversive centrifuge testing out all of our morals like midday newsMuslim haters all in a row, saying that they are the holy ones, and to take it from them From Letras Mania