Welcome to the shooting spree
And here's your blindfold cover-up so you can lucid dream
And here are your earphones help prevent you hear people scream
And wash your mouth cuz you can taste the way the bruises bleed
You see the people always praying on their hands and knees
And asking Jesus for forgiveness and some bread to eat
It'd be confusing cuz forgiveness doesn't pay groceries
And half your money is already gone and all the simple things you can't afford the deli meats
It's temporary till corporations have become king
And a rip the money out my wallet and charge me to breathe
And send a letter to my loved ones on the day they grieve
Better luck next time hopefully he's not born in poverty
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