CRUST 2

more of the same crust/grind bizness
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bitterness a virtue when it smacks you in the face
this loud and fast charade a spoilt and matching disarray
you come to me with poison and you tell me it's okay
inject me with a needle and you thrust it anyway

i've met your kind before and i'm choosing to ignore
how you want to steal the show and tell me things you do not know
sick of all this pacifism i lock in human chains
and this misery i bottle up will soon drive me insane

every type of contempt
the sins are pushing down to repent
forced fed freedom led to deny
struggling to answer a question - why?