Scapegoat - Monster | Текст песни

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Sore cunt from a career of self-serve
What the hell have you done to yourself?
What the fuck have you done to everyone else?
Face the jury! Buoyantly, vividly rendering every pocket blistering
You've found a way to displace the shame,
To misplace the same weight,
Gift wrapped in disease
Shotgun in a muzzle
Shotgun silenced Sealed in a graphic
Sealed in silence
Pivotal as choice is in your hands
Have you not any shame?
How could you blame the world?
How could you place any fault?
Reflective surfaces show who holds responsibility for it all
I'll never accept who you are
Monsters not word enough
What you are, words can't say
Alive and well to my dismay
Dismay brought from a conveyor of self-serve
Look what You've done to yourself
Fuck you and what
You've done to yourself
Have you not any shame?
How could you blame the world?
How could you place any fault?
Reflective surfaces show who holds responsibility for it all
I'll never accept who you are
Monsters not word enough
Never accept who you are
What you are, words can't say
Alive and well to my dismay
What you are, I can't say
What you need?
I'll shove a splintering stake up your cunt
No I will never be a monster
I'll never accept who you are
Monsters not word enough
What you are,
Monsters not word enough

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