| See the gun high velocity
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| Levelled to my heart
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| Magazine filled with hollow points
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| Bullets invented to slaughter
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| They activate the trigger
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| I get fired to the wall
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| Pain is pungent stops my life
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| Hear the last bell toll
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| Tired and red the ways I gonna die
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| Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
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| Tired and red confirm by oath the death
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| Tired and red to my last breath
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| See the knife flash the sun
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| The knife that makes me run
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| Sharp and made of stainless steel
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| Not wholesome to feel
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| Stab me to the ground — Why?
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| Falling down to see the sky
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| My eyes are closed now day is night
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| Never wake to see the light
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| Tired and red the ways I gonna die
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| Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
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| Tired and red confirm by oath the death
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| Tired and red to my last breath
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| See the chair one thousand volts
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| Invite to sit down
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| With closed eyes and fettered limbs
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| Contacts decorate an iron crown
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| Overseer turns on the switch
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| Small sparks squirt out my head
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| High amperage my body shook
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| In the claws of death
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| Tired and red the ways I gonna die
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| Tired and red squirm, to plead to dry
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| Tired and red confirm by oath the death
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| Tired and red to my last breath |