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[Chorus - Raw]
Days are living fast, moves in
You got a you wanna sing for me
a song, singing man
Sing a song, man
Sing song, singing man
Sing song, singing man
Sing a for me
Sing a for me

[P.O.R.N.]
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so
One life to live, and I'm to risk it
Terror that the world has never known
Left so many clues, now how could miss it?
Sadistic, ballistic, a word and pick it
Long as it the world is on my shit list
Walking bomb, my mind is on tick-tick
Countdown's on, its too to nix it
I'm so anxious, so, so
The ones I hate know what my name is
no clue that I'm armed and dangerous
Willing to my blood to be famous
to spill my blood to make changes
Look for a suicide note to this
Heinous, the ache from my anguish
Sounds insane, you're my language...

[Black
One for the pressing, two for the
Three for the blessing, for the loss
Kid holding a weapon, like a corpse
In the face of transgression, military issue
-Nikova or machete or a
He killing cause he feel he got to live for
In a war taking heads from men like Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed arms dealer
13-year-old killer, he 35
He changed his name to No-Man-Survive
he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly
He loot and and shoot between the eyes
Who to blame, its a shame, the was demonized
Wishing he could see the truth, to see the lies
And he wouldn't have to his barrel to target you
His can't give you the years of scar tissue...

[Truck
Uh, what you're witnessing is true
by the call and the cause of the nation
Countdown, minutes away detonation
A lifetime of grunt work, is the culmination
My manner, seems patient, rage lies
So deep, I can it, let's sacrifice lives
Past the sensation, to paradise I fly
Delusions are up the midday sky
The last days of spent in extreme secrecy
Wolves dressed sheep occur more frequently
Too much to be scared, the petrified both fled
Those who live death, might as well be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon
Martyr or mass That's your call
transit or a mall? Who can watch them all?
In the name of the merciful, me a song...