Ray Bans
Can you get into my head?
Can you make me one of YOU?
Who...walks past fast,
with Ray Bans?
Should you change my mind when I turn on the TV?...
You are wired, ready to deliver the BAD news.
Would you OWN me?...
When I am stripped naked,
Spread eagle...
Pissing on the cement.
Hissing and spitting revelations of the REVOLUTION!
You must crawl inside my flesh,
and BODY SEARCH the TRUTH!
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