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You have your very own numberThey dress your cage in it's natureOnce you roared now you just grunt lamePace around pathetic pound gamesWanna get out won't miss you sensaroundTo carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricksWanna get out in here you're bred dead quickFor the outside,The small black flowers that grow in the skyThey drag sticks along your wallsHarvest your ovaries dead mothers crawlHere comes warden, christ, temple, eldersEnvironment not yours you see through it allWanna get out won't miss you sensaroundCarry your own dead to swing your tyre tricksWanna get out in here you're bred dead quickFor the outside,The small black flowers that grow in the skyHere chewing your tail is joy
You have your very own numberThey dress your cage in it's natureOnce you roared now you just grunt lamePace around pathetic pound gamesWanna get out won't miss you sensaroundTo carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricksWanna get out in here you're bred dead quickFor the outside,The small black flowers that grow in the skyThey drag sticks along your wallsHarvest your ovaries dead mothers crawlHere comes warden, christ, temple, eldersEnvironment not yours you see through it allWanna get out won't miss you sensaroundCarry your own dead to swing your tyre tricksWanna get out in here you're bred dead quickFor the outside,The small black flowers that grow in the skyHere chewing your tail is joy
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