| Fifty thousand volts of death
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| I can’t move or take a breath
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| Inject venom, force feed pain
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| Total power he will gain
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| Ever ready poison flies
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| Breaks you down to comply
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| Pierce the skin with his command
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| Take you down with one hand
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| In the muscle in the skin
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| Into veins of blue again
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| Barbed intruder violater
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| Stinging your brain into place
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| Heavy metal forces jolting
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| Brings you to the floor
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| Freeze, alto, stop, tinghzi
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| Hit the ground hit the door
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| I feel the hand of thunder
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| Its power pulls you under
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| Its unforgiving grip of death
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| Electrocute my innocence
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| They say stop and you think run
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| Better than a smoking gun
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| Feel the power know the might
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| Flying wires take a bite
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| Flashing lights are in your eye
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| Feel like you’re about to die
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| Try to run but muscles slow
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| Johnny law is now in tow
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| Recovery is rather quick
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| The memory of pain will stick
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| Feeling glad you didn’t die
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| See the laughter in his eye
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| The only choice is stay or run
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| Officer with smoking gun
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| Feel the sting of power flow
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| Down the only way to go |