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Closet Monster A Fight For What Is Right

A super villain in a trench coat, posing as a hero, tries to sell us a anti-revolutionary dream Have you ever taken the time to find your favorite star

to feel somethings not the same, 'Cause certain times I know, Like everybody knows, Things aren't the way they used to be. It seems like nothing good comes for

My brain hurts I'm suffering from a pure overload I need some time to get away Before my thoughts take over me I need some time to reminisce with a vacant

role over in his grave if he saw the world today it seems that we've all rolled over and died Our acceptance for minimum wage to then barely survive is

Spinning room is the. Words right come out wrong. Good thing, too much, bad thing, always nausea. Nausea, always nausea. nausea, nausea, always nausea

just a kid Dance boy (or girl) dance, while you still can No need to grow up before your time is through, take your time... you're in your youth Welcome to Suburbia: a

Nine o'clock, Friday night, You don't know what to do. The Seven Eleven's where it's at, This story once again is all too true Smoking pot and sipping

a taste It goes... nothing comes close Scream of the smile and choke boy choke Passion come death, and death bring power At the top of the hour we sing for the monster

mission, raise my right hand my vow as a Christian Live and Die in the Name(2x) They say we living in hell, life is like a prison living in jail, systemic