Blood on the pedals, blood on the grips
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Steel leveled, chest level smear
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My lips let them slip into a
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Smile because now after
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awhile it's all we're seen to do.
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'Cause the business is as business does
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Trash is trash until it's sealed from above
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and left on to the corner of your mind to disappear.
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Lockdown the remains.
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Machine works best when the machine's not shy,
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Trash is trash but trash from cash must divide.
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Body bent body doubled, dismissed by time
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A 5 to 9 will serve the 9 to 5.
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Lockdown the remains.
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Lockdown
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| Fugazi |
