.Try to rip my mouth off
What kinda renaissance is this anyway
You call it revolt, I call it my exclusion
Your social realism
And all you dudes are busy defecting to the Soviets
While I look in the mirror and see how it goes down
I see a baby, a baby who will kill us
an ism schis.
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