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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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