Someone tell me why an old man got hung,
Inside of a church last month,
He went there to say a prayer,
Ended up saying his last as he was killed,
A misunderstanding or something like that,
That was their excuse for this hanus act.

We were infected with diseases,
To make our imune system stronger,
Instead we ended up creating cancers,
We are a plague, a virus.
If we were not so blinded by pride,
Maybe we would see how laim the human race really is.

All we do is fight, kill and maim,
We come up with a million excuses as to why,
Why we do what we do for the paper and ink,
For the pictures of men who aren't worth it,
Not worth it all.

No sir,
Not one bit.

Money means nothing to me...

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