| Days are living fast, moves in misery
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| You got a song you wanna sing for me?
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| Sing a song, singing man
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| Sing a song, singing man
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| Sing another song, singing man
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| Sing another song, singing man
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| Sing a song for me
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| Sing a song for me
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| Look, I’m so twisted, so, so twisted
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| One life to live and I’m willing to risk it
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| Terror that the world has never known existed
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| Left so many clues, now how could they miss it?
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| Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and pick it
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| Long as it means the world is on my shit list
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| Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick
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| Countdown’s on, it’s too late to nix it
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| I’m so anxious, so, so anxious
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| The ones I hate barely know what my name is
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| Have no clue that I’m armed and dangerous
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| Willing to spill my blood to be famous
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| Willing to spill my blood to make changes
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| Look for a suicide note to explain this
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| Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish
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| Sounds insane, you’re speaking my language
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| Days are living fast, moves in misery
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| You got a song you wanna sing for me?
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| Sing a song, singing man
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| Sing a song, singing man
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| Sing another song, singing man
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| Sing another song, singing man
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| Sing a song for me
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| Sing a song for me
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| One for the crescent, two for the cross
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| Three for the blessing, four for the loss
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| Kid holding a weapon, walk like a corpse
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| In the face of transgression, military issue Kalash-
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| -Nikova or machete or a pitchfork
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| He killing cause he feel he got nothing to live for
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| In a war taking heads from men like Charles Taylor
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| And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
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| 13-year-old killer, he look 35
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| He changed his name to Little No-Man-Survive
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| When he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly
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| He loot and terrorize and shoot between the eyes
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| Who to blame? |
| It’s a shame, the youth was demonized
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| Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies
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| And he wouldn’t have to raise his barrel to target you
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| His heart can’t give you the years of scar tissue
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| Days are living fast, moves in misery
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| You got a song you wanna sing for me?
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| Sing a song, singing man
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| Sing a song, singing man
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| Sing another song, singing man
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| Sing another song, singing man
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| Sing a song for me
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| Sing a song for me
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| Uh, what you’re witnessing is true dedication
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| Charged by the call and the cause of the nation
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| Countdown, minutes away from detonation
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| A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination
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| My manner, seems patient, inner rage lies
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| So deep, I can taste it, let’s sacrifice lives
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| Past the first sensation, to paradise I fly
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| Delusions are lighting up the midday sky
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| The last days of mine spent in extreme secrecy
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| Wolves dressed like sheep occur more frequently
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| Too much faith to be scared, the petrified been fled
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| Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead
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| Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall
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| Martyr or mass murderer? |
| That’s your call
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| Mass transit or a mall? |
| Who can watch 'em all?
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| In the name of the merciful, sing me a song
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| Days are living fast, moves in misery
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| You got a song you wanna sing for me?
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| Sing a song, singing man
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| Sing a song, singing man
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| Sing another song, singing man
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| Sing another song, singing man
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| Sing a song for me
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| Sing a song for me
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| Sing a song for me
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| Sing a song for me
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| Sing a song for me
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| Sing a song for me |