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[Chorus - Dice
are living fast, moves in misery
You got a you wanna sing for me
a song, singing man
Sing a song, man
Sing another song, man
Sing another song, man
a song for me
Sing a for me

[P.O.R.N.]
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so
One life to live, and I'm willing to it
Terror that the world has never existed
Left so many clues, now how they miss it?
Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and it
Long as it means the is on my shit list
time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick
Countdown's on, its too to nix it
I'm so anxious, so, so
The ones I hate barely know my name is
Have no clue that I'm and dangerous
Willing to my blood to be famous
Willing to spill my to make changes
Look for a suicide to explain this
Heinous, the ache from my anguish
Sounds insane, you're my language...

[Black
One for the pressing, two for the
Three for the blessing, four for the
Kid holding a weapon, like a corpse
In the face of transgression, military Kalash-
-Nikova or or a pitchfork
He cause he feel he got nothing to live for
In a war taking from men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the foreign arms dealer
killer, he look 35
He changed his name to Little
When he smoke that leaf, shorty he can fly
He loot and terrorize and shoot between the
Who to blame, its a shame, the youth was
he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies
And he wouldn't have to raise his barrel to you
His heart give you the years of scar tissue...

[Truck
Uh, what you're witnessing is true
Charged by the and the cause of the nation
Countdown, minutes from detonation
A of grunt work, this is the culmination
My manner, seems patient, inner rage
So deep, I can taste it, let's lives
Past the sensation, to paradise I fly
Delusions are up the midday sky
The days of mine spent in extreme secrecy
Wolves dressed like sheep occur frequently
Too much to be scared, the petrified both fled
Those who fearing death, might as well be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon
or mass murderer? That's your call
Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them
In the name of the merciful, me a song...