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Every time I walk down the streetI want to kill half the people I meetMindless zombies running aroundLike sheep for the slaughter They don't seem to understandThey soil the world with their dirty handsThey're content just to follow alongAnd to take what they're given I don't need their condescensionI don't care what they do to meI won't conform to their conventionsIn this fucked up society You've got to come to your sensesBreak free from their grand designSee through their false pretensesSee the truth behind their lies Users feed on innocenceLike a virus, spread their ignoranceIsolate, fornicate, and consumeWithout ever evolving They don't seem to understandThey grab at the world with their grimy handsThey're content to follow the crowdAnd to do what they're told. From Letras Mania