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Now listen up over here
All of your words are starting to taste a little sour
Force-feed all of the fools,
I refuse to be led
Scars on my neck are fresh,
And noose is still red and wet
Filthy sharp razor tongue
Twirling us 'round and round
Choke on your spit and die
But I'm not buying, whatever you're selling to me
I'm not buying
All of your words are starting to smell a little foul
Pouring like waterfalls,
So vain are all those
Dubious narratives,
Bend over take them in
Slip them in carefully,
Lube with conformity,
Gods these days, they are wearing green
But I'm not buying, whatever you're selling to me
I'm not buying
Is your money that good?
Does it wash away?
Does stench of it all?
Keep you up and awake?
Does the mirror shatter
Where your eyes and the conscience meet?