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ULDPOHLKERPHLEAZE

I want for freedom well I was born here
But it was sold to the fattest bidder for the fastest dollar
Left to wander in all directions
A souls numbered sheet of paper sent with the wrong address
Sold sold now it's time to crawl
Did I want to live in a bastardized world the irrelevant commodity
Did I want to be enslaved without a history by makers of a fraudulent existence
Somehow left without desire
Somehow left without identity
Sold sold
Now it's time to crawl

To know I'll never be what was laid out for me
Yet I realize and I can see a tether latch onto conformity
When I am left to live and belong to this freak show it's a fucking horror show
Left to stumble between a double rail into a darkening abyss of old
Sold sold

The irrelevant commodity left without desires

And to know I'll never be what was laid out it seems
Yet I realize and I can see a tether latching onto conformity
When I am left to live and belong to this freak show a fucking horror show
Left stumbling between a double rail into a darkening abyss of old
Sold sold
Now it's your turn to crawl

Did you want to live in this bastardized world a irrelevant commodity
Do you want to be enslaved without history by the makers of your fraudulent existence
Listless without desire
Somehow you'll be left without identity
Sold sold
Now it's your tun to crawl