| HES RAGING IN THE SHADOWS,
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| HES A RECLUCSE IN THE LAB
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| AND OUR MINDS BEGIN TO NARROW,
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| AND THEYRE SLEEPING LIKE THE PHAROES
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| DREAMS OF WIRE WHEELS AND ROBOTS
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| CROSSING ENEMY STATE LINES
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| TATTOOED SOLDIERS SALVATRUCHAS
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| IN THIS SEEMING END OF TIMES
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| LOVE HER DESPERATE DYING CITY
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| CANT SEE PAST THE DAILY GRIND
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| FEELING UGLY, LOOKING PRETTY
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| GET THOSE WIRE WHEELS TO SHINE
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| HES CONCOCTING YOUR DILUTION
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| POISON DIAMONS IN SAND
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| AND OUR BRAINS BEGINS SCRAMBLE
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| AND TOUNGS BEGIN TO RAMBLE
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| DREAMS OF WIRE WHEELS AND ROBOTS
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| CROSSING ENEMY STATE LINES
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| TATTOOED SOLDIERS SALVATRUCHAS
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| IN THIS SEEMING END OF TIMES
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| LOVE HER DESPERATE DYING CITY
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| CANT SEE PAST THE DAILY GRIND
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| FEELING UGLY, LOOKING PRETTY
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| GET THOSE WIRE WHEELS TO SHINE
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| THEVE BUTTONED UP THERE COLLARS
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| CAST THEYRE WEAPONS TO THE GROUND
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| HEADLIGHTS POINTED TO THE HEAVENS
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| NOW LET’S DIGZ THAT CRAZY ZOUND |