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(Hey)
I live in the trees
Up in the canopy
But who pulls the strings of history?
The politician twitch like afraid
The politicians twitch like afraid
A dead coming puncture aid
Predators and scavengers, all I ever see
Have we had enough, will we call their bluff?
Predators and scavengers, jackals, savages
Sketchy kings and queens, cross your countries (sweet!)
I imitate
A branch swinging softly in the wind
My eyes are camouflaged (die, ah)
Mosquito on your skin
I saw it from those hungry eyes
Scavengers are all fucked tonight
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