The Masks Come Off
What would I change you ask?
not change simply demask
all of you murdering fools
but I wouldnt put you on the news
I'd lock you away in a dark, dark cell
and leave you there til' your souls reach hell
you take the people we cherish and love
because the law you feel youre above
still I dont wish death cause there's one thing I know for sure
I'll forever be rich in God's favor and you'll forever be piss poor
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