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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