just like they told you
somethin i wrote up real quick at work Just like they told you Steal your face Until all that you are Is a number in their system Cause the guy who runs the game Knows the rules, and how to break them So the next time your stuck in a place you don't want to be Im not your friend, don't come to me Classic example Perfect and fucked up in every way Paranoid and standing still Knowing what might come, what you want, And exactly what your gonna get Faceless people walk these streets Stolen identities in a mashed up world of illusion I had a name to You're on your own
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