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the band with glasses and hard lookshas got you down in their black bookcomputerized, the crust elitedon't need the smell of mission streethave your cake and eat it toowith fellow scum that worship youwhen you choke on our black smokeno one will be there for your rescueyour fake representationshows right through your rotting skinthe only ones you're foolingare the imbeciles ones you're foolingare the imbeciles who think like youyou probe us with your jealousyyour anger gives us the defeatwe'll keep walking separate waysuntil someday, again we meetthe band geek mafia all uniteas we watch you fade awayand on your gravestone we will writea naked cult of hypocrites
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