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: There is a part of me that's always sixteen I've found the secret of eternal youth Some get high on life or money, but there's an Escape, drop out
: There's nothing special about it It's either there when you're born or not Gifted with talent are no big deal Welcome to the death of a century...
: Build an inner door, drop and then explore You smoke your head on straight, then drink Your woes away - Some might not understand possession Controls
: On one whole bottle "uplifting!" There is no telling what I'll do Run head first into traffic A mindset of annihilation No sense makes sense You can
: Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched - Their eyes don?t look right, should they be trusted now? Trashed-mouth Gods
: The end will crush the light And sends a message, It won't please The naked eye Without and end there is no light To foretell, to blind you The law
: The time had finally come to kill the vein. And I'm dropping down the dirt on your grave It might hurt so bad, but I can't feel sad Rid of a fool like
: Eliminate, the life decline... I've paid the masters with blood and hunger ...And it's not for sale by any stretch. It's like religion without a Bible
: Numbing rumble, countless medicine, Depleted from years of abuse Death rattle shaking And there's no faking, undertaking Pressure point, rigor mortis
