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The New Shite Of Dogma To Come
by Adrian Marksman
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I've got a hunch, nothing's ever going to change
You can fantasize, you proselytize with the theory
God and petty rights, lie through teeth, not so strange
Can't hide the hunger, can't hide it from me
No, it isn't *ism the reason why you're broken
No, it isn't *ation the reason why you're lost
No, it isn't *ession the reason why you're helpless
Do you think I should be making money telling lies?
Do yourself a favor, go commit not a lie
You tell me you're depressed, go commit not a lie
Do everyone a favor, go commit not a lie
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
You're like a crack addict, echo chamber whore
Same shit, you want more
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
Like the enemy's always at hand, in lala land
Don't look behind, you'd be surprised
No one's fucking there
Your face is spotless
I can push my fingers inside
the road of self-righteousness
Spilling blood is so nice
You should've been the one to die
You should've been the one to die
You should've been the one to die
You should have
I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle, straight off the dome
I really should be 'fuck bitches, get money and a home'
What if you've been living all these years with your head up your ass
If I smashed your face with a glass
Wouldn't it be nice if you died
Everyone that fucks me with me gets to cry
It started out ironic now it's not
All that you want me to be it's gonna rot
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
You're like a crack addict, echo chamber whore
Same shit, you want more
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
Like the enemy's always at hand, in lala land
Don't look behind
Do yourself a favor, go commit not a lie
Do everyone a favor, go commit not a lie
Magari mori
I've got a hunch, nothing's ever going to change
You can fantasize, you proselytize with the theory
God and petty rights, lie through teeth, not so strange
Can't hide the hunger, can't hide it from me
No, it isn't *ism the reason why you're broken
No, it isn't *ation the reason why you're lost
No, it isn't *ession the reason why you're helpless
Do you think I should be making money telling lies?
Do yourself a favor, go commit not a lie
You tell me you're depressed, go commit not a lie
Do everyone a favor, go commit not a lie
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
You're like a crack addict, echo chamber whore
Same shit, you want more
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
Like the enemy's always at hand, in lala land
Don't look behind, you'd be surprised
No one's fucking there
Your face is spotless
I can push my fingers inside
the road of self-righteousness
Spilling blood is so nice
You should've been the one to die
You should've been the one to die
You should've been the one to die
You should have
I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle, straight off the dome
I really should be 'fuck bitches, get money and a home'
What if you've been living all these years with your head up your ass
If I smashed your face with a glass
Wouldn't it be nice if you died
Everyone that fucks me with me gets to cry
It started out ironic now it's not
All that you want me to be it's gonna rot
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
You're like a crack addict, echo chamber whore
Same shit, you want more
I really should be making money telling fucking lies
Like the enemy's always at hand, in lala land
Don't look behind
Do yourself a favor, go commit not a lie
Do everyone a favor, go commit not a lie
Magari mori
