Wednesday, August 11, 2010


There's plenty of fist fights
A frosty city night
Damn, look at her
I bet she's tight
Niggers be everywhere,
Throwin' their fists
Everyone's dying inside,
Cutting their wrists
The dystopia of the future
God rape the Queen
Floatin' like a ghost
Injectin' hero-ween
This is the future
And we're all dead
Ten year olds dressed like whores
By twelve they'll be givin' head
Guns cock
And bullets spray
Bodies fall
A blood soaked new day
There's no place to rest,
No place to hide
Find somewhere safe
To watch the sun rise
This is the future
And we're all dead
I beg to differ
It's all in my head

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