| Another day, no sanctuary
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| Confronting this reality stings
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| Everybody dressed in orange but me
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| It’s hunting season when the bell rings
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| Flickering stares, don’t know where to go
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| One foot in front of the other, till we’re on again
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| Can’t feel my legs as the race begins
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| Till the gravel meets my skin
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| «Scared? |
| Hurt?»
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| Fuck no like ever
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| «Cry? |
| Cry?»
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| No, like What so ever
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| Gash, bash, stomp
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| Paint the sky red for seconds
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| Let them hang by the tether
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| While they’re gasping for mother
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| I hope you bleed out and shiver
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| (While you’re grasping for cover)
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| And I punch and you quiver
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| Your years of turning many against none
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| These hands are burning up to avenge some
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| Loser child with a big nose so runny
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| Chased around by that fat fucking dummy
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| Little victim with a sad shrieking Story, ha'
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| Now they cry for me «funny», ha'
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| Now they got me cornered Imma get them back
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| Got black eyes turning red and a carte blanche
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| Got a strong arm and an olive branch
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| Now it’s bloody
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| Now it’s rotten
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| Now it’s all quiet, now I gottem
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| Sure, pull me away, I did what i had to do
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| The sum of everything you would’ve done to me to
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| «Scared? |
| Hurt?» |
| — fuck no like ever
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| I’m done, let them hang by the tether
|
| «Scared? |
| Hurt?»
|
| Fuck no like ever
|
| «Cry? |
| Cry?»
|
| No, like What so ever
|
| Gash, bash, stomp
|
| Paint the sky red for seconds
|
| Let them hang by the tether
|
| While they’re gasping for mother
|
| I hope you bleed out and shiver
|
| (While you’re grasping for cover)
|
| And I punch and you quiver
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| Your years of turning many against none
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| These hands are burning up to avenge some |