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Society's Disposable Son
Beneath The Massacre
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The air is humid
And the floor is cold
Prisoner, crime unknown
Prisoner
Awaiting my sentence
Society's disposable son
Outcast, grown apart
Institutionalized since day one, society's unwanted son
Raised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyone's crime
Go ahead, pull the trigger if this is how you want it
Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now
I am the reflection of your mad world and system
Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now
Go ahead, pull the trigger on your own creation
When I'll leave
I'll watch you
Right in the eyes
Society's disposable son
Outcast, grown apart
The air is humid
And the floor is cold
Prisoner, crime unknown
Sentenced
Leaving with my eyes wide open


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