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

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

[Black
One for the pressing, two for the
Three for the blessing, four for the
Kid holding a weapon, walk a corpse
In the face of transgression, military issue
-Nikova or or a pitchfork
He killing cause he feel he got to live for
In a war taking heads from men like Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign dealer
killer, he look 35
He changed his name to Little
When he smoke that leaf, shorty he can fly
He loot and terrorize and between the eyes
Who to blame, its a shame, the youth was
Wishing he could see the truth, to see the lies
And he wouldn't to raise his barrel to target you
His can't give you the years of scar tissue...

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