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You wanna lock me away cuz I hurt

I was a sad and lonely child

You’re embarrassed of me because I’m ugly

I’m burdened by fads and fashion

Curses to the cultures of hair

The devil comes calling in the form of despair

“Cuz I lied, you think you’re better than me?”

We’re all patriots of a lying scheming regime

I’m the offspring of an obsolete machine

And now you want to lock me away

Because I praise Creation

You wanna lock me away, lock me away

You wanna lock me away, lock me away

The devil comes calling in the form of despair

I praise Creation

I praise Creation

I praise Creation

I praise Creation