BLOODY HYPOCRITES

Your brains operate the way mine doesn’t
You call me mistaken ‘cause I’m not in prison
Set on sand castles you yell on my might
Any puppets can’t stand for a fight
The way I go is the way I shouldn’t
It’s where I doom just because you couldn’t
Even dare to think leave aside the attempts
You live in a hole where wisdom exempts
Shit in your pants and claim to clean my sight
I know you very well. You bloody hypocrites.

Photo Credit: chasingamiracle.com
Photo Credit: chasingamiracle.com
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