Song of the day;;
I came here to justify
Such a thing would never cross your mind
Those scars that you wear
Seem like they lie and won't disappear
Once again you will cross that line
Without reflection
Filthy and defined
Information, dead to the nation
B, manic, L, cynic, I, auto, N, matic, D
Pretentious
Every detail is built to get you through
An universal looking glass
Information, dead to the nation
B, manic, L, cynic, I, auto, N, matic, D
What ever happened you, mind-fucking system
It's all so shattering, so battering to the core
Watch that halo grow on an everlasting lane
Such an animated pleasure-dome doomed to carry infected flame
B, manic, L, cynic, I, auto, N, matic, D
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