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TARGET AUDIENCE [NARCISSUS NARCOSIS]
Am I'm sorry your sky went black, Put your knives in babies' backs? Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's, and Huxley too?
But I sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat and your apple's sticking into my throat Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails and your crucifiction commercials failed but I'm just a pitiful anonymous
And I see all the young believers Your target audience I see all the old deceivers and we all just sing their song
Am I sorry to just be alive putting my face in the bee hive am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too? I'm sorry you never check the bag in my head for a bomb and my halo was a needle hole Sorry I saw a priest being beaten and I made a wish but I'm just a pitiful anonymous
and I see all the young believers Your target audience I see all the old deceivers and we all just sing their song
"the valley of death we are free your fathers your prison you see"
and I see all the young believers Your target audience I see all the old deceivers and we all just sing their song
You're just a copy of an imitation |
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