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A weak self-proclaimed
just spit in the of the common collective
men who die (unselected!)
you've covered tracks
the oil in the of your old beast

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

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

Chasing the grave, Chasing the
You got the devil inside you
You got fire inside you

all I need to say, no rehash
Forgive, move it all
Said all I need to say, the way to say it
Drifting