Limp Bizkit The Truth
ou can t sleep, you re restless and slightly obsessed with falling too deep and malfunction, you re a virus whose intention is fucking up something You re a crater on the face of a problem much greater It s the violence, or lack thereof control Body and soul, digging a hole Is the blood stainless Enjoy the pain with accepting your grief Are you finished Dumb fucking question, don t let yourself fall asleep Ressurect the intention Once your vision is now massproduced, Imagine the insults a blessing imagin
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