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Dead flesh

no i don't give a fuck about you and your friends,
i've seen the world through your eyes.
i don't watch tv 24 hrs.
a day and buy the products they sell,
i don't eat meat, and i don't wear leather,
and i don't give a fuck about torturing animals,
i don't care about your twisted smile,
i don't care about your social style,
i'm unique not like you, who live like your parents.
you wear leather, you think your cool,
you think you know how to live but your such a fool,
making animals suffer, eating dead flesh.
i know what you feel, i know what you dream,
i know where you go, when you want to be,
alone in the night, all by yourself,
to feel sorry for nothing but your own problems.
torture all these insects, and torture everything,
for your cosmetic, purposes,
for your ugly style, dress up to look cool,
to go to a club, so you can impress all their friends,
to make yourself feel good. but don't think to much,
i know politics hurts your mind, what a waste of my time,
to come here with you, watch you fucking dance,
you make me sick, with all this shit,
i don't know what to do, maybe i should kill you,
it's the only solution, to make this world better,
to make anything fair at all.
but you won't change, you will never change,
you listen to the state, the government,
the school systems, and your parents.
so fuck you, i never want to be around you,
and your sick disease, and your dead trees,
and your weak minded dreams of false romantic states.

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