You can dream of a bright tomorrow - its so clean and oh, so sanitary.
Make it seem you will alleviate sorrow, but to me you mean: no sanctuary.
You will feed us a line from white tablecloths everytime.
And you will taste yr own puke in yr mouth as you let yr morals run south.
You can speak all about yr compassion... beat yr chest for human dignity.
Yr talk is cheap, but i had to believe you when you said: "this isn't about the people"
You hate the people.
You hate us all.
Please Sir, can i have some more?
released 02 March 2013
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