| Military minds wanna play my game
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| Skeletons and crimes crucify my name
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| Godless battles piled on everybody
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| Open up your eyes
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| To venom threats
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| And children with machetes
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| Fighting for their lives
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| What might be going on in your head?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| Well it might be a gun in your hand
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| What might be going on left unsaid?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| Well, it might be the gun to your head
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| (I don’t want to know)
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| All my friends are knives
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| Suicide crusades
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| Want to be my knife
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| And I’ll be your chain
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| Graveyard girls and homicidal make-outs
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| Anthem for the lost
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| Your drugs in the basement paralyze the nation
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| Get 'em while their young!
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| What might be going on in your head?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| Well it might be a gun to your head
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| What might be going on left unsaid?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| Well it might be a gun in your hand
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| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey!
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| The kids and the stench of blood on one another
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| Shooting 'til they run out of rounds
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| The kids and their friends have cyanide expressions
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| Bodies pile up on the ground
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| The kids and their friends have turned on one another
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| Why didn’t you just see this 'til now?
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| The King is dead
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| And we all want revenge
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| So hurry up
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| (So hold on)
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| What might be going on in your head?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| Well it might be a gun in your hand
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| What might be going on left unsaid?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| Well it might mean a gun to your head
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| What might be going on in your head?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| What might be going on in your head?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| What might be going on in your head?
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| (I don’t wanna know)
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| Well it might mean a gun to your hand, to your head |