This is, this is the test of time-
When they give it away
Release, release from all that vanity
Another victimless crime
Arise, the swamp of all humanity
From the gutter punk you climb
DREGS! x3
You try, scrape by stave off the fall-
Fingers turn to bones
Your word, absurd profound profanity
Chose another blackball
You scheme, a scream plea of insanity
The appointed curtain call
DREGS! x3
(prophetic voice)
It came to pass that the meek would inherit the gutter, layer upon layer, front to back, forging the foundation of the golden freeway for the gilded feet of the plush and lush, the fecund filth to grow their money trees their capital expenses;
The wages of their sin is wealth.
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