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I Can See
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Anger I can see the darkness
That surrounds this fucking hole
Our tiny little speck of light
In the center of the blight
Our home inside the shit bowl
The dust
The piss
The little fucking idiots
Who think they're the shit
The dirt
The hate
The dirty little men
Who can't relate
I can smell the fire
Falling from the darkened sky
To wipe the smiles from their faces
To burn the taint from these places
And they don't even know why
The shit
The rage
The blind little children
Who refuse to turn the page
The hell
The blood
The dirty little fucks
Faces streaked with mud
I can hear the screams
Of mindless little sheep
Don't think for yourself
Your brain's on the shelf
For you I won't weep
The filth
The fire
The shiny little stones
That we so desire
The sweat
The rocks
Our shitty little prizes
We hide behind locks
I can feel the hate
That spews from our pores
It will return
Through grave or through urn
When fate finds our shores
