And a ratracing begins Turn a deaf ear to what I sing Dated out of what I live Im not getting but I give Where the flavour is At night you hear me scream Hear me laugh in your sweet dream Death as target, life as way Hate as duty, love not to betray Im your madness see me grow Guiding your blood, let it flow What I feel and what I see It is the pain of your reality
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