It?s a broken house: bloody handprints on the wall, ghosts out in the hall; that?s where mama lives. I can still hear her calling out my name. Singing
you want to be?) Who do you want to be? Or would you rather die here tonight? This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel. Draw business with
truth has been realized they'll destroy you so what now adapt and fit in to this system no, learn the language of this tribe walk among them and in
in the hearts of all don't cloak the animosity living in a continuing soap opera where you are the coroner and i'm lying in the morgue you've slithered and
or should not stay. What ends up on the cutting room floor? Apparently, it?s not my, it?s not my choice to make. So here?s another one, is it good enough
human than what am i get ready a change is coming i am reprogrammed almost human now stop i've got a gun halt the process duck and run not quite
eating from the trough again stuffing his mouth with glory biting the hand that feeds him because he thinks he's worthy absorbed in his deceit the lies
ending that's sure to disappoint. It's not what you'd expect when you open the box. And all the things you'd wished you'd find, fleeting and taunting,
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of his credit i'm worth more than the sum of my parts equations don't add up heed this warning don't go chasing american dreams ripping at the seams
artificial prosthetic hands are sympathetic but i'll put and end to this i can't keep fighting, do i have to keep fighting stop breathing it's not
