Sales and Profits

I cut the cords, I broke the mould
The weak hits the strong

Pitch your soul for a paper smell
There're things not for sale

As monkey king rules the world
Noone will try to understand

And puppet cuts threads, beauty of ugly soul
Will grow more

I'm so tired to hide trying to keep eyes closed why
You so fucking hate all I love

Can't you see that means everything to me?
I won't let you destroy all I love, no I won't



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