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War From A Harlots Mouth
The District Attorneys Are Selling Your Blood
War From A Harlots Mouth
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War From A Harlots Mouth
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The irony of process
You just sit there
Watching yourself from nothingness
Thinking of nothing specific
It is hard
To imagine a philosophy
By someone
Who might not even be able to think
Entertainment from the
Slaughterhouse
We are the architects of daily madness
We chew up meat with our teeth
And destroy things that are better than us
While seeing your world grow
He remains a child
And now he sees what you are doing
And can't understand
But you actually really don't know
What Charlie thinks, Charlie thinks, Charlie thinks
Because he didn't say anything about himself
We chew up meat with our teeth
And destroy things that are better than us
You just sit there
Watching yourself from nothingness
Thinking of nothing specific
It is hard
To imagine a philosophy
By someone
Who might not even be able to think
Entertainment from the
Slaughterhouse
We are the architects of daily madness
We chew up meat with our teeth
And destroy things that are better than us
While seeing your world grow
He remains a child
And now he sees what you are doing
And can't understand
But you actually really don't know
What Charlie thinks, Charlie thinks, Charlie thinks
Because he didn't say anything about himself
We chew up meat with our teeth
And destroy things that are better than us
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