Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To do to people.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To be so evil.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
But today,
People are more than afraid...
Of a suffering through paybacks.
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To do to people.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To be so evil.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
But today,
People are more than afraid...
Of a suffering through paybacks.
But from not from those that they've attacked.
Their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
Their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To do to people.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
But today,
People are more than afraid...
Of a suffering through paybacks.
But from not from those that they've attacked.
Their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
Yes their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
Yes their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
All their roads have gotten bumpy...
And they've fallen through cracks.
All their roads have gotten bumpy...
And they're trying to crawl back.
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