I know a hole,
It dreams of all your hate so perfect
and in each blade, he needs to reflect
As another life drains into the dirt
he just cries, your my latest convert
I know a hole,
Feed it day and day, its all the same
easy exclaims a lord land given claim
And wine freely flows to grapes of wrath
while talks, of poverty all ends with a laugh
I know a hole,
It proclaims upon you all, just grow and grow
But forget chains of sorrows you all know
For we will breed, to give no quarter
in this garden horror, we’ll give you order
I know a hole,
Each day, he try’s to sell you a soul
while his winning smile takes control
He just twists your love, your tender love
into an ever-lasting, rabid dove, rabid love
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