Viva la Rebellion
The Sheep have lost sight through their thick matted wool
They stay bumpin headz and forgot who is who
Their Shepherd the Wolves don’t know how to shear
They triCk for the sake, Prey on the fear
The Pigs give a damn who or what can’t hold through
Their trough is a flood that no one can chew
The disease of isolation
Self-pity and self-harm
Anger and resentment
Selfish lies and selfish wants
It’s baffling
So obscure
Cunning and hard
It’s your own personal Satan pounding at your door
It’s the first place you run to when you want to hide
And the last place that gets you where you want to go
It gives you everything you want
But nothing that you need
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