The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
An unseen being casting universal curses
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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