Gray Areas - and the meek shall inherit the earth

Watch you crumble, all that power tumbles to the fuckin ground...
All you govern, profit from have hungered comin for you now

Your bullets cannot protect.., big body counts they project...
You've fed the meek all your scraps...teeth sunken deep in your neck

There was never great enough amounts of hope to spread around, all the lies you Poured in tortured victims ears have lost their sound

You brought them straight to your door, evasive tactics won't save you from your place Beneath the ground. The earth consumes all that's left

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dexter harris

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