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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Fecal Matter - Laminated Effect (Made not born), (Unknown #1) You are controlled

Johnny was a homo
Kept his body clean
Moved to San Francisco
Caught a big disease
Raped by his daddy
Told he was at fault
Living life unhappy
Covering up his soul

You're living in a time of change
So many things you feel afraid
To think against the will of God
Maybe someday soon they'll realize they're wrong

Lucy was a lesbian
Never fond of the shaft
Moved in Alcapulco
Nothing goes in her hole
Lucy met Johnny
Dated in a couple
He and she got naughty
Found out that it's normal

When you're living in a time of change
So many things you feel afraid
To think against the will of God
Maybe someday soon they'll realize they're wrong


Made not Born, Made not Born, Made not Born, Made not Born, Made not Born, Made not Born


I use control
I love my wife
I have the presence to diversify
Raised a slut
A sloppy tease
Never knows who or what to believe
And so a left
Into a right
Fist shaking harder than go give a black eye
The bitch should cower
It’s been a week
I never planned to practice what I preach

All the blood has dried before you’re forced to misconstrue
And I say I'm sorry and I'll make it up to you
Buy you flowers and furs swear the abuse will never end
Then I’ll turn around and do it all again

Put you into a phylum
Let you in my asylum
Gain your trust in my promise
Kicking out your eye-socket
Make believe that it’s over
Then I dislocate your shoulder
You make me sick
It's so pathetic
Stick around and don’t regret it

I have control
I love my wife
I have the privilege to diversify
Raised a slut
A sloppy tease
Never knows who or what to believe
So a left
Into a right
Fists shaking harder then go give a black eye
A bitch and coward
It’s been a week
I never planned to practice what I preach

All the blood has dried make sure you’re forced to misconstrue
Then I tell her I'm sorry and I'll make it up to you
Buy you flowers and furs swear the abuse will never end
Then I turn around and do it all again

Watch you live in a phylum
Let you in my asylum
Gain your trust, keep my promise
Kicking out your eye-socket
Make you believe that it’s over
Then I dislocate your shoulder
Make me sick
So pathetic
You stick around you don’t regret it

Bleed
Bleed

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