That's the mask on the monster.
Trade your time for coin and drink!
Work to eat and eat to live,
But why do we live?
Weak bones rattle in the jungle.
Insect death and immune system failure.
The lead produced by freedom,
Finds refuge in the young boys neck!
Are we a land of ignorance?
Gentle doves turn to blind vultures,
A transformation of the soul.
When the victims stands on the edge,
The heart rots to black nothingness!
Feel the killers pulse.
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