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To be sane you must be insane
I never gave a fuck what society says cause' society lies to me thentries re-define and amendwhatever inconvenient truth they find, and we pretendthat the ones behind the screenof the revisionist projection are the ones trying to set the record straight, oh the ironyI don't listen to the mediaplanting seeds in yacerebral, the evil onesthat are greedier than Smeagol deceivin' frombehind the wool,a wide supply line of bull-shitthe maniacalmachinations of slimey little vagina holesthat try to pullthe wool over your eyes and holdyou back from arriving at your goalsso they can keep you in line, working for them, the ones behind the polesreeling you in on a line of goldand the worm's flavour was boldso you think your climbing towards wealthbut they cast you back into the pool of debt, and try to get you to blame yourselfreeling you back in for the wage, whichis the carrot on the stickand you got bills to pay thisweek, so you always engage itand before you know it mr. Beorgiosie has made sixmill and the workers weren't payed shitthis is the road to prosperity, and they paved iton lies, so make way for slave shipsso understand that I'm insane, but you don't know whybecause that is what they label you for using your own eyesfor making up your own mindinstead of hanging it on the clothes lineand that's why you're brainwashed, cause' that gold line is also a clothesline for closed mindsyou let your soul drybut don't let the facts see show timeyou got your panties and your bras hanging out like it's no crimebleach all in your dome, I'm not gonna soap minethat's why my thoughts are so dirty, but at least they swim freeI'll never go for that bait, I'll never let em' get cleanI'll never be brain washed or caught on the hookof a greedy corporate hook nosed jewish crookI'm so messed upmy head's fucked,says what?I'll never give up, I'd rather be dead cuntI'll work for myself, and won't be part of the hedge fundI'll get rich, then use it to bring the system down on your head, yup