I'm nothing more than just a piece of meat
That has been served since day when I was born
I'm nothing more than what you, people, need
All I deserve is mockery and scorn.
I'm telling you these words not just to show
My non-existent darkness and disgrace
I want you all to see that filthy flow
Which floods this place.
We've never seen the price tag that we wear
We only care how much the others cost
And do you know, what happens if you dare
To lie and say that your price tag is lost?
You're out of game. You're odd and you're insane
You're not for sale - then now you're out of trade
Your independence is your hardest bane
So shine and die or stay the same and fade.
Filthy
© Copyright: Творческий Дуэт Полушарий Мозга, 2013
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