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Break the Cycle
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Your philosophy, is hypocrisy,
Just another neocon conman,
You pray for pain, and claim your fame,
Your angel masks are all the same.
 
So here it goes, I'll count to three
and we'll break the cycle, finally.
You're running out of something new, underneath,
This is why, I have to see you leave.
 
You get on by, preaching lies,
and deny that anything is wrong.
So surround yourself, with kiss-up clones,
You have lying lips, and a Mao Tse tongue.
So cry to your friends, about your corporate sins,
K-Street will always love you.
It's so funny now, as Karma comes to bite,
I'll laugh at your attempt to fight.
 
So here it goes, I'll count to three
and we'll break the cycle, finally.
You're running out of something new, underneath,
This is why, I have to see you leave.

Hey brother can you spare a dime,
Hey brother can you spare a grand,
Hey brother can you spare a million,
Spend as much as you can.

You wanna buy your freedom.
You wanna keep your head in the sand.
You wanna rewind time.
You wanna fight for crime.

Your philosophy, is hypocrisy,
Just another neocon conman,
You pray for pain, and claim your fame,
Your angel masks are all the same.
 
So here it goes, I'll count to three
and we'll break the cycle, finally.
You're running out of something new, underneath,
This is why, I have to see you leave.

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