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Dementia Video (MV)




Performed By: Oshiner
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Evan Cubbedge, Trey Deer, Ethan White, Alex Knight
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Cut off the feet, the knees, the hips, and the ankles
Then throw it on the ground, and see if it can walk still
Then cut the fingers, hands, elbows, the arms, and the shoulders
And act surprised when it can't f*cking move anymore
It can't f*cking move anymore
How can you possibly extort this anymore
Expand, demand more from your mules and oxen
Only to guide them to their death in the end
Adopted, then bred while truth dissimulated
"Sunshine awaits you at the end of your toiling"
Into the slaughterhouse to never return
Two cents for every soul
Money is the only moral
Exploit, then eliminate
Rise, strive, die
Rise, strive, die
Withdraw resources to gain a new edge
Take away, Take away
Gather your harvest, then leave them for dead
Reap the rewards from their hurt
Two cents for every soul
Money is the only moral
Exploit, then eliminate, as if they're expendable
Yield the most gain at the risk of their welfare
The top of the food chain, so what do you care
The principle's wasted on inflated ambition
At what point will you realize you've cut your own throat
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English

Cut off the feet, the knees, the hips, and the ankles
Then throw it on the ground, and see if it can walk still
Then cut the fingers, hands, elbows, the arms, and the shoulders
And act surprised when it can't f*cking move anymore
It can't f*cking move anymore
How can you possibly extort this anymore
Expand, demand more from your mules and oxen
Only to guide them to their death in the end
Adopted, then bred while truth dissimulated
"Sunshine awaits you at the end of your toiling"
Into the slaughterhouse to never return
Two cents for every soul
Money is the only moral
Exploit, then eliminate
Rise, strive, die
Rise, strive, die
Withdraw resources to gain a new edge
Take away, Take away
Gather your harvest, then leave them for dead
Reap the rewards from their hurt
Two cents for every soul
Money is the only moral
Exploit, then eliminate, as if they're expendable
Yield the most gain at the risk of their welfare
The top of the food chain, so what do you care
The principle's wasted on inflated ambition
At what point will you realize you've cut your own throat
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Writer: Evan Cubbedge, Trey Deer, Ethan White, Alex Knight
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