| Life and death unite like a syndicate,
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| Close your eyes, re-write the syllabus,
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| Militant visions dun flicker like filaments,
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| You best run from my spine-chilling images,
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| Setting suns bringing darkness to pillagers,
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| Planting a dart in the heart of Elizabeth,
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| Hardly a bastard, you’re starved and carnivorous,
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| After the answers, the path she’ll give to us,
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| Laughter is missing and the martyrs are killing us,
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| I’m past living calm, I’m enchanted and vigorous,
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| Marching a path that will scar through your innocence.
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| Your chances are slipping cuz this song is villainous,
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| Enchanted by rhyme, I’ll be the last of the lyricists,
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| Beating my chest like a drum, I’m so into this,
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| Heartbreak, bitter twist, lost time to star gaze,
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| Life’s too serious, mind is delirious.
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| If you can’t stand the pressure, get out and just run,
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| You’re all on your own, no guests or plus-one,
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| Alone in your zone, you front, you’ll get stung,
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| Just run, just run
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| Some sink, some swim, some pray, some sin,
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| I just live life with this ink that I trust in,
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| Kick in the door like Biggie when I bust in,
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| No .44 just lyrics, not a gun clip,
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| Mind thinks, tongue spits,
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| Wearing my heart on my sleeve like a cufflink,
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| Body bears suffering, like runts of the offspring,
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| Blunt and I’m xxxxxxxx but will cut deep like knives in your soft skin.
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| Before I strike like a wasp sting,
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| When noone’s watching, your watch ain’t worth watching,
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| I stop the clock kid, that’s my prerogative,
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| To grow like a botanist from stone-cold nothingness,
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| The Holy Ghost got my soul so I follow it,
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| And hold my bowl like I’m Oliver Twist,
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| «I want more!»
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| ‘Cos every wish stays rotting in a bottomless pit,
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| I won’t pause!
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| If you can’t stand the pressure, get out and just run,
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| You’re all on your own, no guests or plus-one,
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| Alone in your zone, you front, you’ll get stung,
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| Just run, just run |