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I wage war on your way of life and every little thing that you are I'll tear you apart piece by piece until all that's left are the scars Treat me like I'm diseased when the only flaw is you Fool of backwards morals Bruises on the fruit You spit falsehoods in my name when I'm not around I'm tired of your games I'll knock you to the ground I wage war on your way of life and all that you're about If you don't shut your mouth I'm gonna knock you out You act as if you're better but we all know the truth You're a spoiled little child in a bad grown up suit If your eyes were the window to your soul your mouth would be your asshole From Letras Mania