| Pounding in my teeth, hydraulics on the move
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| Kicking in my face, savage bucking mule
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| Pummeling my soul, 100 tons of lead
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| Trampled underfoot, steamrollers on my head
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| Crushing down, caving in my will to live
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| I’d rather be dead, scream insane
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| To have the bullprick, split their guts
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| Make them pay, make them bleed
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| On your backs, in your face
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| Down your throats, up your ass
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| Bullprick
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| Pulverizing flesh, broken bones the aftermath
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| Can’t escape the war, the war machine path
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| All become one, flattening the streets
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| Cry for absolution, splitting at the seams
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| Crushing down, caving in my will to live
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| I’d rather be dead, scream insane
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| To have the bullprick, split their guts
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| Make them pay, make them bleed
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| On your backs, in your face
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| Down your throats, up your ass
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| Bullprick
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| On your backs, in your face
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| Down your throats, up your ass
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| On your backs, in your face
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| Down your throats, up your ass
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| On your backs, in your face
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| Down your throats, up your ass |