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thats the stuff that makes me pist, speak with my fist, caught in a myst of blind fury,

always blury, cant see straight, call it fate or a date with the devil, you put me on another

level that noone can relate, gotta leave the state and never look back, hold my head high,

whenever you see me cry its because i want you to die, look me in my eyes contemplate my 

truth from lies, in between the lines you take a breathe, credit for life just to cheat death,

nothings left when you do right, forced to fight in the night, chest is tight, soar like a kite, 

up up and away, i made it another day,

in a second it will all change, promises made are sure to fade, freeze the moment, you want 

to believe.

whatever they said was meant to deceive, just take heave or leave me alone, stone cold, 
born bold,

never too old to make yoou feel young, dont bite your tongue, guns will shoot, but only a 

blank,look at your face, i state my case, lets end this cat chase, and meet face to face in

an undisclosed pace, we race to the top, to win the prize, but if you were wise, youd take 

your time, quiet as a mime, that will not speak, you dirty sneak, just way too weak but serve

my cause well, to get to HEAVEN you must conquer HELL, go ahead and tell, i already 

expected you to tell!!!!!!!!    TRADER

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