Fuck Them All To Hell

Stray From The Path

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So we deserve, I'm starting to think I am not in on the joke
What have we got?
A president bombing the spirit of the smoke?
For sure she's covering up, stabbing one with another
This can't just go on and on
What have we become?

Break dead, break dead
I will pretend
We can't defend the myths that make for better
The government of pocket
To spend me the change
To fill in the false decay in the road

The only way I'm writing your name
Writing your name on the motherfucking headstone
The only way that I'm writing your name is on the motherfucking headstone

Watch your last breath
You know we don't fuck with you
You hear any point of view?
The death of a suspect
Become a nobody's truth of the facts
And fail in a car that be full of glass

Leave the democracy to make the thoughts of the laws
Love it or not, they are forced to
One day till you see, that's reality
They are not forced to
Watch your enemies
That's your last breath

The only way I'm writing your name
Writing your name on the motherfucking headstone
The only way that I'm writing your name is on the motherfucking headstone
On your motherfucking headstone
On your motherfucking headstone

You suck up, suck up, take on the throne
Do what next though?
We suck up, you motherfucker
Suck up, you motherfucker

You suck up, suck up, take on the throne
And what next though?
We suck up, you motherfucker

You suck up, suck up, take on the throne
And what next though?
We suck up, you motherfucker