The writings on the wall
And the blood in our faith
Unbelievable you say the taste is too great
Cancer pain heart attacks
And migraines
Come no where close to what's in store
Creeping around your storm door your cleverness deceives to I rich your companies
Blood for money
Souls on bounty
Same old piece of shit
Mother f*cker
Funded to run our country
No compassion that's seen
You rape and torture the American dream
It's what I've come to know
The same system makes the money
So they have all control over what you do and what you don't know
Over what you do and what you don't know
Leaking out the fountain pen
Through in ink to you it's sin
To the end of the world and back again just so you can see the situation we're in
Obviously you'll never see
Cause obviously you cease to be
Caught up with yourself ignorantly blinded of the tragedy
Knoisay - The Fountain Pen Lyrics
Knoisay - The Fountain Pen Lyrics
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The writings on the wall
And the blood in our faith
Unbelievable you say the taste is too great
Cancer pain heart attacks
And migraines
Come no where close to what's in store
Creeping around your storm door your cleverness deceives to I rich your companies
Blood for money
Souls on bounty
Same old piece of shit
Mother f*cker
Funded to run our country
No compassion that's seen
You rape and torture the American dream
It's what I've come to know
The same system makes the money
So they have all control over what you do and what you don't know
Over what you do and what you don't know
Leaking out the fountain pen
Through in ink to you it's sin
To the end of the world and back again just so you can see the situation we're in
Obviously you'll never see
Cause obviously you cease to be
Caught up with yourself ignorantly blinded of the tragedy
And the blood in our faith
Unbelievable you say the taste is too great
Cancer pain heart attacks
And migraines
Come no where close to what's in store
Creeping around your storm door your cleverness deceives to I rich your companies
Blood for money
Souls on bounty
Same old piece of shit
Mother f*cker
Funded to run our country
No compassion that's seen
You rape and torture the American dream
It's what I've come to know
The same system makes the money
So they have all control over what you do and what you don't know
Over what you do and what you don't know
Leaking out the fountain pen
Through in ink to you it's sin
To the end of the world and back again just so you can see the situation we're in
Obviously you'll never see
Cause obviously you cease to be
Caught up with yourself ignorantly blinded of the tragedy
Writer: Andrew Umbaugh
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