Fast Food System - (psycod) | Текст песни

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• Fast Food System
• (psycod)

it will be found
at my desire,
hell right!
I am on fire
refuse off
my operation
blood cold
glass eyes faction

head is out
I am liar
hell awaits me
without the prayer
genius I
floating sticks
do not have a reason
to give me a six

where am I?
what is this?
who are you?
what are you doing??
noooo

this is my own hell
this is my glory shell
I am dead inside
i felt like i always tried