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What hear is not always what you belive.
What you think somehow you think it will relieve all the guilt and self doubt you cant cope with now.
Its just another way to bail yourself out now.
Scapegoat.
Im not yours.
You know the truth you know who lives a lie.
You know youre full of shit,
You know exactly why.
Shift the blame on me.turn it on yourself.
Take your old ideas.
Put them on the shelf.
Turn on me.
Turn on yourself.
Turn on your friends with all your wealth.
Old ideas regurgitate the same old shit.
Youve got no imagination man,youve got no wit.
Murder,mutilate,or whatever it takes.
Im done with rip-offs i am done with fakes.
Im not yours.
