I can't make them understand the evil the evil men do. Every scheme they make is based on hate, speed freaks in a frenzy on a park bench, plotting ways of just trying to get their feet through the door, before they fight a war, consummated by misuse and abuse of their chemical tactics, back you against the wall, do what they want just 'cause they can do, crush your skull as they step over you, they're sick!
Drag you down after each success, you wouldn't believe the things they say about you behind your back. If you gain any ground, they're going to trip you up, if you achieve, they want to test your luck, take what they can with both hands, make it all seem like a wasted plan, waste of time, it all seems like a wasted rhyme, blind side your mind to this truth of mine, ruthless demons who will lie to your face and won't see that you've got a future, another day just trying to make things seem a little better, whatever, while they smear your name and ruin your fortunes, throw you across the room and torture you to no conclusion, no trace left behind, no resolution.
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