This world has come to patch of crash,
Importance builts on persons' cash.
My teen-friends most own babies got
And beauty-Queens are all the whores.
So fucking crazy world's become
But nothing worth has been redone.
You shout at me so fucking loud
And I can't stand these tasty sounds.
So Brain losts all of his minds,
'Cause all of them're web-designers,
Nice little girls are slaves of mode,
All want their bodies to be sold.
You'd never stay alive, my dear,
'Cause you're not a fucking hero!
Don't take to heart my words again,
Just scream so loud, gift me pain!
Patch of crash
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