| Your world embraces beauty while shunning ugly
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| My kind remains beneath you while your world remains above me
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| Feeling I’m on pause — my mind state, yo it shoves me
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| Hate me or love me, I feel like I’m back in recovery
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| Time to stand up, man up from sad state
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| And walk like an animal amongst the primates
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| And talk like a cannibal ready to eat those
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| Who stand in the way of the new maze in the end days
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| I come from a place where the dark hides
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| While you starve for the light like illuminated apartheid
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| We are the wicked, check the archives
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| Spread like sickness, I don’t need a fix
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| It’s another something creeping up into all minds
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| Please forgive us, we tend to gather in dark times
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| Can I get a witness too, it’s been falling from my eyes
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| Just wanna die when the lights shines
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| Down here
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| This is the only life that we know
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| Down here
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| We tell 'em everywhere that we go
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| Down here
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| You know we bring the darkness to life
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| Down here
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| To the psychos, skitzos, freek shows, and creeps
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| We bring the underground back to life and give it heartbeat
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| Reason to be strong, last long, and hold on
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| While other motherfuckers who claim it, they came and passed on
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| We the original, pedigree, thoroughbred
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| OG, diemuthafuckadie, rock the dead
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| Siamese twins, crimson guard, new elite
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| Ready for war, nocturnal
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| Bitches, we don’t sleep
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| We took the roads that are less traveled
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| And unraveled the code
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| They want lock and it load, like it’s a gun battle
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| It showed everyone I suppose
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| Exactly how to get here and survive down below
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| But instead most of those chose to find the light
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| And I suppose it’d be alright if they were standing here tonight
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| But they ain’t want to listen like I had static on the mic
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| But that was just a sign of their spite
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| I had to sit and think about betrayal and I died
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| At least a little piece of me was twisted up inside
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| And I don’t mean Twiztid up like contacts and knives
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| I mean twisted, like damn, all that was a lie?
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| Like damn, no more homies by my side?
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| No more happenings of anything, and I broke down despite
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| I know I said it was forever until the day that we died
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| But I never thought you’d be the reason we’d have to fight to survive
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| But everybody gathered, and they all stood by our side
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| And that’s the reason we’re never leaving what they’ve designed
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| Something even greater than anything you can find
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| And down here is the only place it survives
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| Down here we sing of dark things, the other side of normal
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| Dressed for death in suit and ties — bitches, keep it formal
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| Sleep the night away in caskets and graves
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| And awaken from their slumber each
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| And every time the song plays
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| You see us crawling from the ground like a Romero flick
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| Contaminating up the top side, we stay sick
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| There is no cure or vaccine so they quarantine
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| Our inner being and label each and all of us the enemy |