The innocent children, driven in the wrong division
I'm starving, hungry for the heads of the opposition
The atmosphere is our cage in a prison,
The innocent children, driven in the wrong division
So i got you this present, go in my bank and take a million,
Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children
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