CRADLE CRIME FIGHTER

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Red in the streets
Many are bleeding
Eyes couldn't cry
Pay me for screaming
I don't believe in Youcracy in disguise of democracy


Blood in the streets
Spilled on the floor
Blood in the skies
Bloody clouds
And the SKY kept bleeding down hypocrisy

Open up the lies
And your graveyard policies
Cover our homes with scary lies
Streets filled with carcasses
Of the greedy ones who refused to die

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