I know the face and the inside of what they think
I can hardly believe how much they still crawl
Your search for God to alleviate perversion
Your mother's revenge on women
The naked and raw soul is now me
The cut, catharsis now too
They walk through the poor, rich, out there and it's so good
But here they salivate in the pain of their brothers
To the thousands that hunger cares
To gays that fear shapes, not
Children molding in shelters, not
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I know the face and the inside of what they think
I can hardly believe how much they still crawl
Your search for God to alleviate perversion
Your mother's revenge on women
The naked and raw soul is now me
The cut, catharsis now too
They walk through the rich poor out there and it's so good
But here they salivate in the pain of their brothers
To the thousands that hunger cares
To gays that fear shapes, not
To the Indians of the destroyed forests, no, no
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