| Check it check it out, check it out, check it check it out
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| Bring it bring it on, bring it on, come on, come on
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| Check it check it out, check it out, check it check it out
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| My name is Crash
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| Sidewinding, I flash like a burning flare
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| Don’t look away 'cause I’m already in there
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| I’ve been there — wherever you stare
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| I’ve been there longer than you care to remember
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| Buried deep inside you, now you must step
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| To accept all the past behind you
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| Pain breeding pain and it’s back again
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| Only the scars in your brain remain
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| So you look for a vent, you consent to escape
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| What’s gone and now I’m on
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| From the nipple to the needle to the bottle
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| And you’re never satisfied
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| For these crimes you must be tried
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| You can’t hide 'cause I am reality
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| Your birthright is a world of insanity
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| Disconnected legacy and you will never see
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| An end to the global savagery
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| Continuing to feed your desire for more
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| But deep down you know the truth
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| You’ll never find what you’re looking for
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| It’s gone and you can’t buy it back
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| And now your senses are under attack
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| So you act automatic
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| And turn to the frantic nation of addicts
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| Reduced to the manic, false erratic
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| Solemn doped up slaves and servants of greed
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| Because you were born into the age of panic
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| Now I’m going all city with the master plan
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| I’m faster man and I’m about to tell just who I am
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| I am the reality you can’t escape
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| The visions recorded on disk and tape
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| The rape, the horror, the shame so familiar
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| My words fill you with dread and then kill you dead
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| Stone cold in your stride
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| I fill a hole in your soul around fifty miles wide
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| I’m the contradiction each time you speak
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| I keep you weakened, get down at your feet
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| I am the part that you can never reconcile
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| You’re right here but you’re living in exile
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| Walking in cities of stone, the shadows groan
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| Thousands of people but you’re all alone
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| In your own little zone, like a drone
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| Working in hives all your lives bowing down to the throne
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| The overlords made in your own image
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| Anaesthetised you in the global village
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| Now you’re finished, dependent lost in a maze
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| You’re dazed as you stare at the glowing blaze
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| Erased. |
| Your future pulses in a computer
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| I am you — now how’d that suit ya?
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| Inherited chaos now instilled as I willed
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| And now I just wait for the kill as they’re born into the age of panic |