Per two great poets Hungry for truth but you got screwed and drank the Kool-Aid, there's a line It end directly at the edge of a mass grave, that's their design Funny fact about a cage, they're never built for just one group So when that cage is done with them and you're still poor, it come for you
The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too
Pseudo-Christians, y'all indifferent Kids in prisons ain't a sin? shit If even one scrap a what Jesus taught connected, you'd feel different What a disingenuous way to piss away existence, I don't get it I'd say you lost your goddamn minds if y'all possessed one to begin with Walking in the snow