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Weak core obsessions Life skills are nulled Directed by faceless Your path is foretold If you are okay crutching rails mad by faith I'll be okay stomping my own You're asked for your earnings To be continually blessed These funds are not helping Just building their nest Your kneecaps are yours Your morals aren't yours A slave who prays To do his own chores If you are okay crutching trails made by faith I'll be okay stomping my own Burning my own From Letras Mania