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self inflicted wounds - sole lyrics

(shoot me in the back, stab me in my sleep…)

in small circles of ladies and gentlemen
you have perpetuated nonsense
whatever you do, don’t let your true colors spoil the painting

(shoot me in the back, stab me in my sleep…)
shoot me in the back, stab me in my sleep
destroy me around a table
my pen’s the only part of me worth keeping, forgive my intentions
learned more from a monster than any teacher
so i sit naked with a rifle
lie like a king, go get ’em cowboy
success is a parasite, i hope you’re happy
your body is aching
your friends have gone away
as you scr*pe to find meaning in the shadow of the living room
just another center of a galaxy dying in a man*made lake
this hologram paints, points, and breeds
n0body ever said clearing weeds would be easy
every time my garden is perfect it stops raining
“don’t ever think our integrity
will be sapped by those decorated fleas
hopping with gifts
we want the rifles, the bullets, and nothing else”
when they k!ll michael moore, i’ll make a song about it
this has been another commission to re*elect nixon
i am to rap, what christian is to indian
enough about god, let’s talk about
what christian to indian
what christian to indian
to be free to go hungry and love thy neighbor across artificial borders
men stop treating daughters like property
everything is perfectly imbalanced thus creating a system
people would prefer a perfect waste and plastic face
when we see them all in h*ll
they’ll all be feeding us grapes
place ad here, you
michael jackson saved his career selling off the beatles catalog
every inch of the planet, laissez*faire death trap
culture is our greatest weapon
the empire broadens
one of the many reasons i should stop recording

the mind is empty, avoiding panic
radio plays, big puppet takes little puppet
throw the man with the holes in his suit in the closet
watch the blood settle
to assert some sort of position
in the end human decency patrols can retire
find a piece of land to die on
make love to a shovel, question the professionals
the world trembles, k!ller toys gamble
with lifeless flesh*eating mammals
memorizing the preamble
history’s lesions (chain and ships)
chains and whips
although there may be *rs*nic in reservoirs
follow your path, walk on water, smile for the camera
hide thumbtacks in the pork chops
(can’t be the only christian thing to do)
too dumb not to forgive you for it
never leave dante’s inferno
as long as you’re swinging the gavel
hold onto that one split*second
watch things cheapen themselves
hold onto that one split*second
watch things cheapen themselves
(as long as you’re swinging the gavel)
hold onto that one split*second before cheapens itself
self*inflicted wounds, to create more wounds
to create more wounds, to create more wounds
(don’t ever think your integrity won’t be sapped by those fleas
hopping with gifts
they want the rifles, the bullets, and nothing else)
self*inflicted wounds, to create more wounds
to create more wounds, to create more wounds

- sole lyrics

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