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• Artiste: Public Serpents
• Titre: I Attest
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There was a man he was king of the hill it only took one button to send out the kill squad for just a dollar hell handle your bill he did for the fun ya he only wants to kill ya he only wants to see ya down on your knees he wants to see you pray see you prey on the weak he's only here to watch watch the maggots feed at the feast of the meek he's the number of the beast but every man is the same, when it comes to what's inside were all just filthy maggots, we've fed on our own flesh as we die there's nothing new about the plight of man, as far as I can see just little subdivisions, mimicking the food chains of hierarchy its all a great big mess, it's to this I attest our world is consumed by convenience, self indulgent, material obsessed but when the measure of a man, becomes his caliber of greed its safe to say, your freedom ends, like nero's vanity how'd I get in this mess, this kind of stress this makes me worry this is supposed to be some kind of test? broadcast emergency mayday, I'm lost at sea please send, assist the tides of life are crushing me I'm at the end of my rope, and this ain't no joke I see existence as an ever burning, downward slope an endgame of fallacy, full of jealousies forever fueling fires bright, across a toxic sea hey little man I got a story for ya its about the way they can control ya they didn't even have to use a soldier they did it with a TV screen just remote control ya you wanna breakaway, all you got to do spend some time with your family, try to understand a group to try to learn a skill, maybe try to grow your food and try to never let the lies, get the best of you. will you ever think on your own I bet your scared of the unknown you never gonna make it, if your never gonna try you'll never get to top, and you'll always ask why disregard the lies, and close those precious eyes how'd I get in this mess, this kind of stress this makes me worry this is supposed to be some kind of test? broadcast emergency mayday, I'm lost at sea please send, assist the tides of life are crushing me I'm at the end of my rope, and this ain't no joke I see existence as an ever burning, downward slope an endgame of fallacy, full of jealousies forever fueling fires bright, across a toxic sea its all a great big mess, it's to this I attest