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Dust AngelFrom birth we re shown The mistakes of generations Open our eyes to stare their shame in the face Our curse to walk among the living And face this wretched, twisted Fucked up world is all because of you Coat the ground with the shit you spew Truth be told, I'd rather die like me Truth be told, than to live like you Baptized in waters Poisoned by your so-called savior Shoulder the burden Of our crimes of being born Our fate to wade among the burning fields And face the monsters we've become The monsters we've become You say we're self-righteous You won't hold us back Every word from your mouth digs your own grave We will burn you Pay for your mistakes This is the final word Our time has come Fucked up world is all because of you Coat the ground with the shit you spew Truth be told, I'd rather die like me Truth be told, than to live like you Truth be told, I'd rather die like me Truth be told, than to live like you How long will it take to see this is our time? |