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[Chorus - Dice
Days are living fast, in misery
You got a you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, man
Sing a song, man
another song, singing man
Sing song, singing man
a song for me
Sing a for me

[P.O.R.N.]
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so
One life to live, and I'm willing to it
Terror that the world has known existed
Left so many clues, now how could they it?
Sadistic, ballistic, find a and pick it
Long as it means the world is on my shit
Walking bomb, my mind is on tick-tick
on, its too late to nix it
I'm so anxious, so, so
The ones I hate barely know my name is
Have no clue that I'm armed and
Willing to my blood to be famous
Willing to my blood to make changes
Look for a suicide note to explain
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, walk like a
In the face of transgression, military issue
-Nikova or machete or a
He cause he feel he got nothing to live for
In a war taking heads men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign dealer
killer, he look 35
He changed his name to Little
When he smoke leaf, shorty believe he can fly
He loot and terrorize and shoot between the
Who to blame, its a shame, the was demonized
Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the
And he wouldn't have to his barrel to target you
His heart can't give you the of scar tissue...

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