Because they're feasting on your lies,

And there is betrayal in their eyes,

And the worst part is the fiends will be right.

You can't take it,

Walking in this cesspit,

And the angrier you get the more you have to fake it.

That smile, that glow,

So no-one will know,

You're running through Hell like a scared little girl.

!*$% this cliche,  !^*^ this regime,

You may be running scared,

But you'll make them all see.

They can hurt us, they can fight us,

They can curse us, they can hush us,

But %@#^ them babe, we're free.

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