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Rorschach Test - Slaves lyrics
Every wants to think serve some kind of purpolse in this world and everyone wants to make someone cry and bring flowers at their funeral but everyone's a slave to them self Everybody thinks they get some special magic from all of these icons that we make of glass and stone And everybody reaches to the sky to trick themselves into believing that we're not alone But Jesus was born in a barn that's why he leaves the door open I'd rather be a murderer than to be a murder victim Everyone's a slave to them self, and everyone's afraid of them self. And nobody has ever loved no one except maybe them self. |
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