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Good Evening Trash
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Hate (Them) Good evening white trash
How goes your shallow senses
Working in five?
Dreaming in nine...
You ride? Or hide
Through shit stained image
With eye bright wisdom
Is it only skin deep
Impressed by mirrors?
Reflecting yourself onto it
So welcome fellow white trash
Let me teach you what you are
You are nothing more than looks
Nothing more than money
Nothing more than the chains on your neck
Nothing less than failed
It's all fancy tricks and broken glass
Think you're clever because you're different
Wait till we break you in
Just wait till we break you out
Then you'll fight it back
Because you don't understand
You will revert into socio fucks
Broken, yet still stained
So good night white trash
I've tried to show you life
But your minds just can't handle it...
