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Unseen The Fed Up

, hate, ignite It detonates and I feel all right You all feed the fire I'll sit and watch it burn Oh. I wish that I was blind Fed up I'm fed up and I

, hate, ignite It detonates and I feel all right You all feed the fire I'll sit and watch it burn Oh. I wish that I was blind Fed up I'm fed up and I

tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and

none son nagging sense of nobodies Deep disappointment slave among abundance Who lives it knows it as I flow the theme These conditions extreme deepest evil unseen I'm putting up

moment in time, when joy and pain collide. It takes a life to create a life. Now she's gone. fear and despair fills up his mind. Anger and hate. In search

...metalface doom... ...operation doomsday... By the way, I read up on bad dreams bag up screams in fiftys be up on mad schemes that heat shop like

, Greed, lies, scorn. Never forget when you go to these places, That humans behind mask are force-fed with rules, Just smile all the time otherwise shut up

fed your lies This thime there's no alibis I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick sick of you Your skins a shell to save your soul But fuckin' up is your main

for all you've done Tried to be a good father to your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed Put a shirt on his back and a roof over head