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Break down the door little trend

Keep hit hit hitting your addiction

Till I reduce you to moans

Then produce you to tears



You perfectionist vampire

Stop sucking my world

For your helpless ecstacy

For your culture hit



I see straight through your mind

Your goals (shallow and few)

Your thoughts (reduced and envious)

Your desires (big and belittled)



But you can't resist me

I'm not letting your fight back

You're in my snare little victim

Are you still doing what I tell you?



Sweat and tears won't be rid of me

You got yourself into this

With you berated prayers of perfection

Now march with the others...



...this is what it feels like

To be under control by culture

To have society bend and break you

And be unable to fight back



...now you know how I felt

But I fought back

I hit the door harder than everyone

I beat the system...