Sin
Lyrically, hypocritically mind of all mysteries
Thinking of how idiotically living life became SIN
Brothers killing their brothers, Mothers killing their seeds
I'm seeing things I thought I'd only see on TV
These stories turn into reality, it's no longer a joke
Crimes became second nature and no one stop it
Our hero doesn't make us feel safe any longer we've been shot by cops
I wanna live life, but we're no longer free, all we're living is a sin
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