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Searching to find presence of mindcranking the volume for kicksinflicting true pain, awaiting the rainlooking for my metal fixpoetic hate, unmerciful fatebringing my music to lifegrinding machine, decibel streamfeeling the point of knifeartform of butchers, eve of the stormthe power is yours for the nightchaos and power true to the formwe're partying through to the lighttaking for fools, ignoring the rulesdoing what's right in our heartssearching for truth, preserving our youthintensity right from the starthyping our cause, writing our lawsthey told me the good times were gonelaugh in their face, such a disgrace
I guess it was the time to move onfiery eyes the sign of the wisesomething I'm doing for funcan't explain why I've got to trythere's no way that I'm gonna runplaying it fast, just like the pastit's all just a part of my styleyou'll never know what makes us go
I guess I'll be hanging a while
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