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Hate is a strong word
But not strong enough
For a vision so bereft of life
Pseudo intellect
Stuck in the artifacts
Of distant glories passing you on by
Run, scramble for the taste
Just one more chance in case
You can suck the life from the inside
Straight from the backs of others
Straight dropped and hacked from others
Bled from the backs of those that built your throne
Straight from the backs of others
Straight dropped and hacked from others
Bled from the backs of those that built your throne
Bled dry
There's nothing left to bite
Simplified archetypes
Enarmored visions of rot you crave
Rising up to the surface
Goading your petty servants
To drive your ego on and on
Made up celebrity
Vomit our tragedy
Cut out the heart of what you'll never see
Straight from their backs
Straight dropped and hacked
Bled from the backs that built your throne
Bled dry
Bled dry