With Fiends Like This
All my friends have turned to fiends
Disturbed fits them to a tee
hee became a chuckle insidious
Trust in shallow grave
hastily buried
Face down in case it tries to resurface
Every helping hand loped
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Every gift been stolen
Pity been spat in my face
Walked through over and passed
alone i think i will last
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