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Papa Roach Infest Dead Cell Born with no soul, lack of control Cut from the mold of the anti-socia Plug them in and turn them on Process data, make yourself the bomb What is your target What is your reason Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing Seizing this opportunity to speak Ya didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek Dead cell Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said Learn a lesson from the almighty dread Jah nutty warrior, nothing's scarier Kids are getting sick like malaria Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriers I'm tellin ya the kids are getting singled out Let me hear the dead cells shout dead cell Born with no soul Lack of control Cut from the mold of the anti-social Plug them in and turn them on Process the data Make yourself the bome Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty Of clean cut lines and truth that's filthy Believe what is the root of the word Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds I don't belive what my eyes behold, No I don't believe what my ears are told, No Sezin' this opportunity to speak I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek Dead cell |
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