| Raised in the dirt — Ripped from the earth
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| Bred for the fight — Survive out of spite
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| Miscreant!
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| Fall from your grace
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| Miscreant!
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| Heart like a spade — empathy has decayed
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| Pleasures depraved — I am not well behaved
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| Miscreant!
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| Fall from your grace
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| Miscreant!
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| Peer into madness day after day…
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| Will one of these pills keep neurosis at bay?
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| Draw back in darkness, thrive like a mold
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| 40oz.'s of beer, some weed to be rolled
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| Digging my heals deep in the ground…
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| The ash from my joints forms a burial mound
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| A dangling cross — is your albatross
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| A ring on the bar — my final memoir
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| Miscreant!
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| Fall from your grace
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| Miscreant!
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| Just like your Jesus turned water to wine
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| I watch you turn ignorance into a shrine
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| Prying your eyes open like rusted gates
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| Shouting where only one voice resonates
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| Fall from grace
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| God’s been defaced — All sins erased
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| Don’t be afraid — Lick the blade |