A Dead Rat Falling from the Ceiling onto a Table at Buffalo Wild Wings

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Take a long, hard look at this festering pile
 Spewing out infectious bile
 A grotesque disease that invokes a sick visage
 Nothing but your own self-image
 Self-centered vanity
 No sense of civility
 Focused on your selfish desire
 Callous, ruthless fucking liars
 (You people are miserable and cruel)
 Skin deep, spiteful, petty, heartless
 Selfish, hateful, gutless, spineless
 (Taking turns diving into the cesspool)
 Respond only to what petty hunger dictates
 Insolent derelicts, degenerate primates
 Drowning in a sea of blether
 Egotistical imbeciles
 May God pity you
 Opportunistic vultures
 May God pity you
 Painted on façade, criminally flawed
 Without your masks, you are all caricatures
 Den of desperate rats, gnawing on dead gnats
 Without your masks, you are all caricatures

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Duration
01:30
Tempo
120 BPM

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