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Everybody judging everybody, over every little smudge.
Instead of tracking there own footprints, left in the mud.
There's dirt residue on everyone of us.
Just cause no one knows, doesn't mean you've escaped its clutch.
It's lurking around the corner, waiting to punch you in the gut.
And pull out that shovel to start digging up.
All the bones you thought was ashes and dust.
They're still alive and kicking, so be ready to duck.
For when it hits the fan, and things run amuck.
And blows up in your face, and you lose everyone's trust.
Remember how you treated others, when they were down, and out of luck.
What goes around, comes around, enjoy karma, stupid fu€k.
