By: Barry Kenna
They’re pure evil, ‘them’ over there.
Don’t blame me,
I lash out when I am scared.
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Their culture is backwards
Their justice is nil,
I would never do such things as lie, steal or kill.
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And if I did, it wouldn’t be my fault.
I’m a victim of my circumstance
Where many men fall.
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The devil made me do it,
It was the monster in my head.
A foreign invader implanted by ‘them’.
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I’ll externalise my evil
To put my mind at ease
As the wolves inside my head says ‘ ‘them’ is also me.’
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