Locomotiva from Idle Frenzy by Celuta Red

At the bottom of a burrell
Place your finger in the hole and then you may be noticed
Strays will lick you beg for money
Beg for food you’re still the king of nothing
Fought the wars of our crazy fathers
Raised by mothers you must compensate for
What you’ve lost and
Crawling down this hole will make you strong
Feeling older feeling weaker
Got no babies lonely soul
What is inside your mindset?
You’re a lover you’re a loser
You’re an asset does it hurt inside now
Swallow your pride rise above all
Who to follow throughout all this madness
Kill these vultures and nothing will remain the same I know
Psychos what the fuck you’re doing
Getting paid so well indeed
Close your eyes close them
Close your ears close them
Shut your mouth shut it
One last time

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