Claim To Lame by Hand Of Mercy
Won't spend another fucking second trying to figure you
out
I'm so exhausted from the shit that's running out of
your mouth
Building a life that you've mad as a leech
Taking credit for another's accomplishments
Why does this justify achieving the glory?
And tell me why this constitues a free fride
Worth nothing more than a dime a dozen
Yet so righteous, in social progress
Sucking away and draining, all the life and blood bone
dry
Making demands and making plans, to make belive you
lead a useful life
Sucking away and draining, every last drop until
nothing is left
Sorry to say, at the end of the day
You'll be lucky if you've got a friend
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