The British, also encompassing the borgouire white middle class west.

You’re saying to me, die like a fly
I’m upset, and even sometimes I cry
Your world provides me with all the tools that I need
To die a death, bleeding on my knees

You are not the beautiful people
You’re the monsters in plain sight

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