| I know the truth is that I’m on my own in this life
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| I gotta be ruthless, I know my opponents is right
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| What is it that I got left in my tank
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| Bet on myself with the rest of my bank
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| This passion and hatred, I smash it and break it
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| And I got my anger and effort to thank
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| What is it deeper that’s driving me further
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| I couldn’t sleep, I was high from the furor
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| Haven’t you heard, I got a nerve
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| I got a knack for surviving the murder
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| I’m coming back with the fever
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| You’ll be believing soon, he’s a goon
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| Keep the ethos of a wolf in sheep clothes
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| But as soon as I see the moon
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| I’m full of greed and doom
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| Deceiving, what does it even meaning to 'em
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| I got a grievance, I can just sieve it boom
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| As soon as I leave the room
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| I’m on this craftsmanship again
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| I’m an assassin with the pen
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| This is no accident, it’s accessing, collapsing on your chin
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| I got an axe to pick again, you know the factions that I’m in
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| I been a potter, poet, a prophet, preacher, a pusher, most the armada
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| Closer to God but the closer I get to my goals, oh it only gets hotter
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| I got a hole in my soul, shit is the size of like most of Nevada
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| Maybe I’m supposed to just say that and die
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| Maybe I’m supposed to do nada
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| But live with the comma that ain’t even mine
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| And rose from the ghost of my father
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| The focus that jolted you outta
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| Georgie it’s time that you leave these demons behind
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| Thrown in the garbage, own what you gotta
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| This is a journey of freeing your mind
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| Lonely survivor feeling the terror, the thorn
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| That’s where the spirit is torn
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| This is a serious wrong
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| All of this wrath, now I see where it is born
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| This is a tool, this is the fuel
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| This is a world so vicious and cruel
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| Sick and abused, give me the match
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| I got the flame to the wick in the fuse
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| Left with a desperate resolve
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| Burn like the will of the sun
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| It’s been a desolate haul
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| I got a feeling that I’m
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| Feeling no pressure at all
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| This is the thrill of the hunt
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| This is my testament dog
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| Now there’s redemption involved
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| Odds are a million in one |