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Ad Astra
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Director's Cut
Not the red bloodstream, not the horrid scream's Meant to stir up my sensitive daydream I am injected against the infected Fictional world so feed the real junk you spread
Chorus: Why do I have to see them play god In their own repulsive game? Why isn't it an act of violence When I'm forced to bear this lame sight of nauseating lives? Applause for each fake prize!
Another lost icon bleak the horizon Nothing's left there to choose or to laugh on Soon to be lamented turn the so talented Shit we all find so amusing and we have bred Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
The dosage is up high Now I can feel them inside The heroes come to life And pierce my eyes open wide
The uncut hypocrite becomes the role model for me and my friend, we sit and wait for every new uproar
The mindless humanware becomes the role model for me and my friend, we stare at a scene far worse than any gore
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