| I’m Prevail Wonder from the Neural Bombing Agency
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| We control the watch tower now
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| Power of assembly in crowds, hypnosis
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| The only closest pattern to our process
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| Our signature of razor blades and vinegar
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| Walkin' in the path of the workin' class is a fuckin' blast
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| And in our union, no reunion without hard hats
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| This is the work place of jackhammers, sledgehammers, and mallots
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| Packin' a mic in our arean, leads to many maggots
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| Too many heavy magnets pullin' you closer in
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| The territory of the desert of the cobra pen
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| I gotta give a shout-out to my brother Orco «the psychotic» alien
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| Who stamped our preformance, who speaks like reverent poets
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| Opposin' the possibility of lots of endurance
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| Isn’t it my precious beheaded Elizabeth
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| A vision of the greatest thing you’ve seen since your Christening
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| I’m listening to children, speak of the matrix
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| Battling the bubonic spread of the primal hatred
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| Madchild
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| Madchild, rock steady representative
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| A combination of creative energy and tentative
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| Precentages, take advantages, manage to increase
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| Cause damage then vanish into thin air, Rest In Peace
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| Not to be tested, possesed, invest in me
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| I’ll fight with my last breathe til there’s nothing left in me
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| I’ll smash on all sorts with these extreme sports
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| Prophets of doom consumed with what I dream for
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| Subtle as a chainsaw, blood shed and rain fall
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| Welcome to the side of my brain that entertain’s y’all
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| Feel my wrath, you couldn’t recover from the other half
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| Behind the shower curtain stabbin' bitches in a bubble bath
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| (Ahhh) I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse
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| Then leave a horses head in your bed, I’m bad news
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| Don’t question my authority cuz It’s a mistake
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| There’s madness in a whisper like the hiss of a snake
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| You got the first album Balance
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| Thank you. |
| This might take you back
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| Zodak’s tracks attack on Battleaxe |