i put the anti in antics
and the no into nothing
bruised politics
bars of a prison
(if i cry you a river will you drown in the flood?)
i'm the sin in assassin
i put the garb in garbage
prey amongst predator
ruby of the rage
i'm the can in cannot
i put the fiction into crucifying
and am the harm in harmony
(if you lose your page will you find your way?)
there's a need for the needle
and a price for angel hair
i'm the tear in terrifying
the passenger on a miscarriage
home is a wasteland
taste the sweet defeat
i put fate into fatality
(fetal abuse, mothers are starving)
i'm a doll on the dollar bill
ex-factor in ex-ploitation
no matter to a lost generation

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