[mad child] Experiment with mind control, crowd convulses We don't act on false impulses Discipline with fierce conflicts of interest Different opinions, but damned if we relinquish Intentional exuberance, tolerate the turbulance We attract the mentally disturbed and suburban kids Peculiar forces, no time to take a breather Talking cockyness, rocking with these awkward overachievers Vicious sense of humour turn you into a believer Either dig it or you don't, we won't settle for less You should hate us with a passion or love us to death The feeling of enchantment, this blissful rapture Hits home for some, for others it's hard to capture Adapt to interference with a sinister appearance Get devoured by a powerhouse of perceverance
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[prevail] The main concept to mochary is simple in it's motives You move when it moves, you plan out it's orbits The consequence to that, it's heavy in it's taxness It spins your body around with units made for blasting The thrashing of nationties on action filled streets The more I stress it the less I feel complete The heels of my feet are burnt up from walking Up and down the pavement yelling slave auction I don't praise those options, I'm not that innocent I raise my opinions through the nemesis dominion They ration the supplies through the big brother of this brave new world Catching rye with the lord of the flies The presentation of demise printed in thirty dialects I'm early to rise, the connections of the monument
Swollen [prevail] Members only, for the ceremony You know I know you know me, the ill testimony Swollen [prevail] Members only, for the ceremony You know I know you know me, the ill testimony
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