The Truth

The truth is
You grind your teeth behind that smile
When the world is crumbling turn it up be strong
There's no such thing as
Excuses
Could fill a book if you've got time
Look past the mirror and the white suburban Christian fearful
You came from nothing but a sheltered life a perfect family
A unique brand of wholesome hate organic white supremacy
(Ah Ah Ah)
There's nothing new for you to learn it's all there in the family tree
We're all so lucky to be feared by someone of your pedigree
The truth is



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Sven Lindberg
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