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feel my grip is it close enough to trick you
since your flippin out and so ya say "uh huh"
cope with feeling of frontal stealing
i wont turn the fuzz kn*b for you
think above pretend tough enough
easy to fight back
you jack ripper mother who started it
cut back to now
as your hair wipes the ground a muzzle to your back
pressure behind your eyes
and tears behind your grip
are cracking forward now, and flooding over everything
hold it close dont bother
a thousands deaths
say no, say how far