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A weak self-proclaimed
spit in the face of the common collective
men who die (unselected!)
covered your tracks
the oil in the gears of your old

that gas soaked heart up in flames
to blister a void through your hollowed out
try to get some sleep, I your pulse dying out
come put me in my place when you come around

We counting on taking the blame
God damn, you've corroded your poor name
come dead man, muster up!
Oh I can wait till you reap you've sewn

Chasing the grave, the grave
You got the inside you heart
You got that fire you

all I need to say, no rehash
Forgive, past it all
all I need to say, the best way to say it
Drifting