The stock is empty
In our eyeball store
All we got left
A few cataracts and sores
The faggot mimic machine
Never had ideas
Mission impossible
They self destruct on fear
On a standard new york night
Ghouls go to see their so called stars
A fairly stupid thing
To pay 5 bucks for a 4th rate imitators
They say, I抦 so empty
No surface, no depth
Oh, please, can I be you
Your personality抯 so great
Like new buildings
Square tall and the same
Sorry, miss stupid
Didn抰 you know it was a game
I抦 just waiting
For them to hurry up and die
It抯 really getting to crowed here
Help me new york stars
Contributions accepted all the same
We need new people store
Remember, we抮e very good at games
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