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you don’t get what you think you disserve
devour everything to deaden the nerve

gotta cut a profit even if I cut a throat...

all that you build, will be destroyed
All your value will crumble to void

nice guys get crucified gotta find a scapegoat...

wither away inside your golden cage
spend more, burry the rage

wanna get a payrise to justify my worth...

White is the colour of Purity
Black is the colour of Execution
Gray is the colour of Urban Bland
Red is the colour of Revolution

Lyrics submitted by CocaineKittie

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