Bullet On.
Rushed and chipped chattered and thrust all over the floor
i’ve got a new life worth living for.
Sick of these games going on in my head; it’s ready
set go or ill end up laying flat cold dead.
stand up get going work with what you got,
forget all the past that ends up in a knot.
this is my one and only last shot.
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