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Hold Me Down
03:13
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Insurrectionary freaks give me my drugs for free. I'm not an appellation, but an abomination. You have permission to maim. You have permission to lash out. You have permission for pain. I want to live and breathe the shame. Don't surrender. Tied up, uncovered.
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Camouflage
02:58
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I see right through that camouflage. Your trigger finger pulls that shot. Don't show your face around these parts. Without that name you ain't got none. Take off that mask. Put down that badge. Bury your head in the sand. We hate your face. Stand off. Sit down. Take off that crown. We'll stop you dead down in your tracks. We hate your place. Stand off. Sit down. Go back to hell.
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No Bridge Unburned
02:20
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Your silence is telling. Can't leave your own skin, you're dying. Believe me, you're going down. Me and my friends will take you out. Your silence is telling. It spins around without knowing. We lost our own stance. You're quick on your feet, but dumb in the head. Your silence. Can't beat it. It's audited. You fucked up.
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No Great Leap
03:49
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Won't let this fire burn out. Hard to see the way it goes when you're locked away. A blade can cut us off. Take away my place. Won't let this warrior die out. They took my strength to fight it all. Robbed my ways. It's all a waste, the knife it scars. Take away my place. Let me die.
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Wormhole
01:45
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Blame me. Break my heart, I got none. Take a look, talk of sons. Wormhole creeps try to buy you, condescend and deny truth. Move away from the light, what's right. Whoever comes in, decides it all. Push away insight, get down to crawl. Whoever comes in, decides it all. Push insight, do what's right.
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Questioning
02:22
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Can I come by tonight, tonight? You show me yours, I'll show you mine. Stop going back to what we were. From here on out, f m will burn. Nobody tells us where to go. Everything is just a lie. That name it crushes in your hand. Anything to not pretend. You took my hand, I came along. We stood so strong in wrong. I fell down hard and lost my grip. Too late for me, I turned a trick.
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