its fun to watch you open your mouth,
i can hear your voice, but my words come out.
and its fun to watch you fall down,
cause i am just a little lower, i am the ground.
its weird to see you walk that way,
the muddy footsteps that now got paved.
and its weird to see you take that place
to wash it up that blanked out face.
believe me when i say
you owe me nothing. viva hate.
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