Sat down, lied to, fucked up again
Child’s mind, naive, pick’s up the signals we send
Fill the brain, program, all our fear
Sociopathic child that we reared
Dig down, deep down, repressed
Dig down, deep down, contempt
Dig down, deep down, profile is grandiose
Beautiful, but frail, the peddles of this rose
Exercises despotic control over every aspect of the victim's life
Emotional need to justify his crimes therefore he
I don’t feel your righteous in me
The core
Anti-social
Falling down
Down to the ground
Delinquent soul drowned
Most aberrant architecture we’ve ever found
Failed, frail, deceit for pleasure
Messed around, paranoid today
My time’s the judge, mess around the thoughts
My time’s today, messed around, enslaved in their way
I don’t feel your righteous in me
The core, anti-social
Hand wounds while masturbating
Failed, frail, deceit for pleasure
Doesn’t suit the cost, does the ditzy boss
Grows like moss
Dealing with the law, and the clothes were gone
Ditched and lost
Chasing, traitors with lack of empathic nature
Chasing, traitors with lack of moderation
Raw secretes with masturbation
Raw secrets of maturation
