I'll never be the same, breaking decencyDon't be tree trunk,
I'd meet you in wrongBury all then I would be
Hear me spit on you, wither IRemold into gold and
This ain't no motherfuckin stick upJust pick the stick up
We are beggers, we're blownAnd I will meet you fourth
Hello memory loverYou are mineI gave everything I need youAnd
The Journey of dreams is for realfeel the senses, look
Watch me With your eyesBeen giving GodA paedophileI want to
Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch's
No means no lie now find out what you get
Nerve, Here I born feeding on his lungVerve, is his
Millions of people, will there be oneHolding the key, can
To be forced under I look unto your home becauseWe
Filled with fire, the eyes of mineCutting deeper than a
In the shades of darknessBehind the gloomy sunSilent souls will
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