Zyklon-B Just like the spanish exterminating Tynos Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatred And
Zyklon-B Just like the spanish exterminating Tainos Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos Mother fuckers made me out of self riteous hatred And
These self-righteous thoughts burn inside my head again Are you there because the irony is thick The things that make me happy are the things that make me sick And
'm never told that I am kind And my soul burns now with fire Deep inside I want to become brave and courageous Not buried in self pity of my own Ashamed and
begins to bury you in self-induced rejection So now you're wasted, broken down I see through your ignorance Penetrate the surface of your insecure inside
Can you draw a line between self and world And bear it all For there's dark and cold but you're colder inside And torn apart So you're watching the fall
I put it off Until it creeped on me But I was sure, so sure That I could bury it to see It destroyed me It took my mind and made it hers The paranoia
passed out Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles In a shredded forest with a dying shred of hope inside you For this respect, I sweated and bled And
of that self-control, or the lack thereof That we thought was soul If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out You'll feel a whole
trophy case though And I want you to know I only invited you cos I ain't thought you would show But I'll be damned if you ain't grab my hand And
There is no question of my faith This beginning ending life There is a black and white divide First line of gray inside Destroying all my self belief
for too long While you feed off all those insecurities You stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds Self-righteousness is wearing thin (Lies inside
use to be in the kitchen Beating on the table and rapping And um, until the wee hours of the morning And then I bought him a boom box And his sisters and
your daddy did, bitch Go ahead and take a break from tryin' to be rich Kinda sad that your dad got you trained real good Buried a hatchet in his chest and
casket, buried six feet deep help me!! in the casket, buried six feet deep help me!! in the casket, buried six feet deep help me!! in the casket, buried
we're enemies And I can't tell if you even care I ignore the ice cold stare That chills what's left inside of me My best friend and my enemy Where
buried in an angel's breast Fell down the stairs and kissed me, smiled and forsook the rest No calculated guesswork, now that introduction is made And