When I was young I showed them who was the faggot. I messed around with boys, the jocks just jacked it. What was I again? What do you call it? Verdicts in, someone is full of shit. Who wants to throw a fit have a go at it. All the dads rubbed their faces in it. They forged a work permit, never needed to commit. The way you dress still means you ask for it? Because I swam in shit, every bit was legit. Let me hawk and spit, what else shall we omit? I heard all you need is nitroglycerin. Or maybe just some counterfeit medicine. Got depression, need some affection? Someone sucked without protection. Ladies and gentlemen, now tell me who’s the faggot? In memory of when I cared, none were spared. When I was young I showed them who was the faggot. I messed around with boys, the jocks just jacked it. Saggy balls were off by a long shot. Ugly animal even forgot what it was taught. It drowned in shit, the desired vacation spot. In memory of when I cared, animals were unprepared. Evolution will give us the sixth finger, paired And a dumb mind that will still stay impaired. In memory of when I cared back when we were all impaired.
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Converge always astound in their ability to grow while still satisfying fans who love their core elements. This release also shows how good they are at making use of a limited amount of time to still make a big impact.
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