Stare at the clock's flat face
within a crock rat race
do you see what I see
perceive the villainy?
Of subliminal career
criminals who make us hear
unoriginal theme songs
ascended to memes.
Can't maintain soul is drained
branded, seared trademarked names
the sky, walls, billboards, pavements
they all look the fuckin' same.
It makes me wanna kill 'em
'cause I've had my fillin'
feel them pills distillin' deep
within thin villains, makin' a fat fuckin' killin'
Hang 'em high hang 'em high hang 'em high
hang 'em high hang 'em high hang 'em high
when their smile never reaches their eyes
Hang 'em high hang 'em high hang 'em high.
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