The Holy Tape...

None of this has changed, when we all look the same
Addicted to the one that left you, we can't forget you
We colonized in war, predicting many more
Addicted to the hand that fed you, you can't remember

Your color. I wonder
The more trouble that we get in
The more fun if we don't get caught up in it
Prefabricate that skin!

Help me find out, if this is all predictable
Or is your troubled fate, relentless in it's ways
Destroying all your days?

These words!
These words coincide!
Coincide!
Coincide!
Coincide!
Self-taught!
Self-taught suicide!
Suicide!
Suicide!
Suicide!