Rorschach Test Slaves Lyrics:
Every wants to think serve some kind of purpolse
in this world and everyone wants to make someone
cry and bring flowers at their funeral but
everyone's a slave to them self Everybody thinks
they get some special magic from all of these
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icons that we make of glass and stone And
everybody reaches to the sky to trick themselves
into believing that we're not alone But Jesus was
born in a barn that's why he leaves the door open
I'd rather be a murderer than to be a murder
victim Everyone's a slave to them self, and
everyone's afraid of them self. And nobody has
ever loved no one except maybe them self.
Lyrics: Slaves, Rorschach Test [end]