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Wanna kill, wanna kill
It's a psychopathic thrill
Got a cultivated blood lust and I never get my fill
Wanna die, wanna die
Gonna make my mother cry
As I walk off in the desert for the ugly money lie
Does it hurt, does it hurt
As you plant them in the dirt
Does your heart record the anguish in their final parting words?
Does it feed, does it feed
On the hatred and the greed
Of the rich and of the righteous
And the children left to bleed
Say hell yeah - hey, hey
Go **** yourself, it's the American way
You're only seeing what you want to see
And you believe just what you want to believe
You make excuses for all of these
In, in, in, in humanities
And the poor, oh the poor
They are banging at the door
Everybody's needing something
But there isn't any more
And the meek, yes the weak
They can barely ****ing speak
Living in their cars now, they're dying in the streets
You play your part out in the travesty
You're gonna be just what they need you to be
I got no love I got no sympathy
In, in, in, in humanity
We're all consumers in this Starbucks killer fantasy
She licks her lips and winks as she is
Spreading this disease
Kill me now
I'm coming back and
I will make you ****ing suffer
Kill me now
I am the hatred
That is crawling from the gutter
All the women and all the children
They are the ghost in our democracy
Gonna put 'em down, gonna show ‘em how
We are the greatest Satan - that could ever be
You're only seeing what you want to see
And you believe just what you want to believe
You make excuses for all of these
You play your part out in the travesty
You're gonna be just what they need you to be
I got no love I got no sympathy
In, in, in, in
