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MASS
I don't believe in shit
Your reality of broken dreams
Your pain and empty tables
And sufferings of beauty queens
I don't believe your earth
Is stronger that I step on
Life in foreign phrase
And thongs on floppy bottoms
I don't believe your tears
They smell like morning piss
Your emptiness and darkness
For something that your miss
Preachers and cowards
Such a lovely flock
Die together crying
Begging for a cock
Yesterday was morning
You see it everyday
The sun will shine for many
And that's my fairytale
