| Goddamnit, I got this, Goddamnit, I got this
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| I am not, never been, not this
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| You and what army, what market?
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| We are worth way more than these wallets
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| Lead fingers, lead gauntlet, talisman, prophet
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| ‘Zaar bin stalking, Deep Saint, Aldrich
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| They speak falsely on me
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| You won’t get no blood loss from me
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| It’s been fuck racists, it’s been fuck hatred
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| If there’s something to say, you say it
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| Been busy making
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| Busy dunking on these evil corporations
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| High alteration, magic mason
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| Widely loved and widely hated
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| Thoo, thoo, thoo, they’ll have us wasted
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| This music never seen their faces
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| At times I go missing from the world
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| On the screen, I live like I wish I would
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| It’s not all that, but it’s not bad at all
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| I know you’ll pick up even if I don’t call
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| You’re living with it all
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| I vanish, leave no trace of my presence
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| I am the double-edged weapon
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| That cuts the hand all the more horribly
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| The harder it severs
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| You’re waiting for someone to fall
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| And with the gashes that I’ve left
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| I know for facts they’ll remember
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| And with the gashes that I’ve left |
| I know for facts they’ll remember
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| Wizard, I’m staffed up
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| These spells cut, spells grandmaster
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| I ain’t no priest or pastor
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| Catch me on the greenest pasture
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| Jealousy like would you rather?
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| Mind is made and made of matter
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| Think of things that barely matter
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| Watched it fall and watched it shatter
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| Big, big punking, tissue toughened
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| Red sign summoned, know this shield won’t buckle
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| These knuckles crimson, I’m a sinner sinning
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| From the ending to beginning
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| It’s Mr. Clutched It, ‘cause I clutched it
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| When the cliff appeared so sudden
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| But these titles empty nothings
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| ‘Less we do it again
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| Goddamnit, I got this, Goddamnit, I got this
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| I am not, never been, not this
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| You and what army, what market?
|
| We are worth way more than these wallets
|
| Lead fingers, lead gauntlet, talisman, prophet
|
| ‘Zaar bin stalking, Deep Saint, Aldrich
|
| They speak falsely on me
|
| You won’t get no blood loss from me
|
| It’s been fuck racists, it’s been fuck hatred
|
| If there’s something to say, you say it
|
| Been busy making
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| Busy dunking on these evil corporations |
| High alteration, magic mason
|
| Widely loved and widely hated
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| Thoo, thoo, thoo, they’ll have us wasted
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| This music never seen their faces |