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Brutal Truth Die Laughing

Lick the walls of what you find Global thoughts, caustic signs It seemed to be life was free Commonsense, apathy? Push to fore, clear your mind Draw

I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro Red And now I feel so small discovering you knew How much more torture would you have put me through? You probably saw me laughing

damn lives, the spirit, it gets live And answers the question why God blessed the earth But, buildings block out the sky, and the children Are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized

Quest for truth never ceases As wisdom brutally teaches Pacing back and forth again, and again Just searching for an end Panic wave chaos showers Sickening

[Aesop Rock] Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops, high noon was your basic who's who of brutal truth. Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow

I'll break your mends it's hard to give in it's hard to bend this world of deceit incites revenge, and... fashion your look fashion your smile stack all policies laugh

arm Treat me as a murderer Please let me up The handcuffs are too tight I'm begging you please this is not right These hicks fucking laugh at me You

A product of a brutal world Killing just a game Hatred burns with desolation Pleasure for the blood This must be the dead man's day The truth in crimson

arm, treat me as a murderer Please let me up the handcuffs are too tight I'm begging you please this is not right These hicks fucking laugh at me You