The first to make you ugly
decision's make you whore
the king of ill discretion
the wardrobe you adorn
the move to a new century
the sunshine on your face
has lined your pockets plenty
and finalized this race
some will be caught, some will be torn
some will be cut and some will be burned
debris will paint your canvas
your masterpiece unfolds
the death within your campus
uphold on any decisions
some will be caught, some will be torn
some will be cut and some will be burned
appears to keep you ugly
appears to fuel your war
fails to be good judgement
to purify your score
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