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the new renaissance
pushed the envelope too far
actions speak louder than words
under my thumb from your torture
I must confess im obsessed
cant stop thinking about you
for one day

No need for us to buy records or movies
just disgusting
disgusting
couldn't take away your game
the irony is
i'll never forget you
and i know who to blame

if i were you
id make your amends
id say what you need to say or do
to recoil from this predator
cause we got a problem

Obsessively i cant stop myself
actions speak louder than words
your words suck
your creativity blackmailing yourself
you like to play the victom
go after my heart

sell your drugs and guns to someone else
no wonder you never come visit me
you know i know what you did to me
you know i know whose guilty
you know its you living with yourself
for the fame
must be punishment enough

anything for money
i'll do it for free
take my power back
couldnt see the madman coming for you
and i dont care
so easy to get to
nazi regimen that makes me puke
uncle hitler
had a sense of humor martyring me
you just never go away

actions speak louder than words
so go ahead and kill yourselves in your horror crap man made bs
leaving you unable to fix yourself
i wont fix you
too obsessed
for the fact your getting rich
to push the envelope
in all the wrong ways
and the crime of the century your selling
OCD cut throat
the only way you feel good about yourself is to have someone applaud you
and surprisingly you have no clue
the music stores are going out of style
your fashism that we trade
couldnt help yourself
worth all the diamonds in the world your dieing for
to throw me away

who would notice that one life
the heart of a war where noone cares
until my revenge takes place

obsessively collecting buckets of spit
you make me sick
if fur is murder
than what have you done to me
obsessively compulsively hating myself
not good enough never a good day
all my smiles you took away
all my good days you took away

I wont play the victom of your musical genocide
have a nice day
live with yourself if you can
i dont care about you twice as much as you think

Worldwide propoganda for you to sell a lie
psychology used to hurt and thats what your a part of
good for money is worth more than another life
you may not kick your dog cause its not right
and you push the envelope pretending to be scared
getting away with whatever you want caause you have bombs
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