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Second Rate Sinner

by Dead Extras

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Tune up, tune into the sirens of the gilded few Kiss your ears with half truths, prone to pick and choose from Flak on the evening news, glitz and glitter terrifies you Poison pumped inside, propaganda for paralysed minds Conspiracies coloured as truths, convenient enough to Cushion you from being bruised, corrupt dominant roots Smothered in snake oil, taste the tonic's spoil Drink it down, lap it up, ties your stomach in a knot Are you buying what they're selling, aimed at hell tell you you're hitting heaven Speak no evil, gouge out your eyes, your fears are all fantasies, your debts you deny What a way to make it all about you, what a way, what a way, what a way to make it What a way to make it all about you, what a way, what a way, what a way to make it Get me under your thick skin, I wanna be drowning in narcissism Pacing your mind's prison, victim of a schism, a second rate sinner, yeah Caught up in the divide, north and south, left and right Hemispheres draw the lines, neurons scar your mind Hijacked fight or flight, binge on blue light at night Trigger finger starts to fall, the whole world at your beck and call Walk soft with your fragile mind, march in step, march in time Fall out fumbles the rhyme, convenient to fall in line Foreign objects prick the wound, toxins taking over you Coursing through your thick veins, shame shaping your sick frame What a way to make it all about you, what a way, what a way, what a way to make it What a way to make it all about you, what a way, what a way, what a way to make it Get me under your thick skin, I wanna be drowning in narcissism Pacing your mind's prison, victim of a schism, a second rate sinner, yeah Are you buying what they're selling, aimed at hell tell you you're hitting heaven Speak no evil, gouge out your eyes, your fears are all fantasies, your debts you deny Haunts all your damaged dreams From Syrian sands to Korean seas Sold the world a figurine that Ain't a fraction of the man you made yourself out to be And repeat after me, the truth will set you free, it's Political pornography in glossy magazines Drip feed of right wing TV Marionette connected to an infected IV What a way to make it all about you, what a way, what a way, what a way What a way to make it all about you, what a way, what a way, what a way to make it What a way to make it all about you, what a way, what a way, what a way to make it Get me under your thick skin, I wanna be drowning in narcissism Pacing your mind's prison, victim of a schism, a second rate sinner, yeah

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