I exclude light and wash my hands of you
By larger being devoured
Leaving only me to improve
Don't fucking weep
Your weak eyes cry tears of the week
Catch up with the sheep
It's a sacrilegious ceremony
New flavor of the week
Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless
(That you're made into)
You're raptured by a guilty stifle down
And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you
Look at you, you know it's true
It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon
But I'm not coming, no

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