been raised by the mass seduction a dead cell for my every need been fed by the purpose of services against the purpose i fell hard
submit, conform a slave rest of your life and it'll be a lot easier byproduct for nothing picking up the pieces, grasp on to my sore sight force fed nothing a dischord with everything you've created (apathy as a virtue) force fed nothing
give trust, get back what you deserve give hope not to feel incomplete contradiction between our every need against that i fell hard.