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Satanic Surfers Taste The Poison

This refusal to grow up, running around in circles, going to sleep, waking up with this constant doubt "Am I making the right choice or am I just accepting

Consistent-The struggle for existence Exasperated-By the outcome of life We burn out! Disabled-Disarmed by the petty differences that divide us! Divergence

With a shrug of the shoulders and a grudging admission we sell ourselves short left them pave the path to downfall lead us to the gallows if there is

If one voice, disembodied hidden in a surging crowd of thousands start screaming soon others will follow. We'll follow Though I cannot foresee a better

Don't let them break down your sense of identity Don't let your life be controlled by the bullshit they feed you to make you doubt your ability like

It's been a long ride but here we are the years have passed and left its scars through thick and thin, through stormy weather we have grown strong,

It's this sort of entertainment that makes me feel like throwing up Like a chronic disease in it's final stage this crap is turning from bad to worse