Rip the code

Knoe yourself
Rewrite the code
Undo the brainwashing machines, yeah
They trick you, make you think they’re just innocents cleaning clothes
They’re teaching you some messed up
Dip shit code
For how men are should be, you know
They don’t open up and they have no interest in clothes
We hear their voices slow and disturbed
They run around spray painting this is ours, these are mine, this is hers
Immature and oh so indescreet, they must have freedom and we must worship at their feet

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