| Searching to find presence of mind
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| Cranking the volume for kicks
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| Inflicting true pain, awaiting the rain
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| Looking for my metal fix
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| Poetic hate, unmercyful fate
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| Bringing my music to life
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| Grinding machine, decibel stream
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| Feeling the point of the knife
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| Artform of butchers, eve of the storm
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| The power is yours for the night
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| Chaos and power, true to the form
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| We’re partying through to the light
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| Taking for fools, ignoring the rules
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| Doing what’s right in our hearts
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| Searching for truth, preserving our youth
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| Intensity right from the start
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| Hyping our cause, writing my laws
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| They told me the good times were gone
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| Laugh in their face, such a disgrace |