You hide high speed out of engine greed,
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and don't stop to look the world you bleed,
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cars carousel on an unmade bed,
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drive the point home after what you said.
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Still life in an apocalypse,
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add some dirt to your endless list,
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force fed freedom defaced your will,
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adds an age to the time you kill.
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this is you - stateless
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Stateless, stateless
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candidates are waiting,
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you can't open up
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'cos your hands are shaking,
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waste not, want not,
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images blurred,
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sugar coated bullet words.
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Crime spread wide on an ill timed night,
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vanishing point after homicide,
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wait, bear arms out of threat or thrill,
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don't breathe around 'cos they scare you still.
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Cold conviction for remembered threats,
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faded flames burn you with no regrets,
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new exposure to an old disease,
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breaks the surface with a sense of need.
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Decaying distance cuts the clock in two,
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and sends the time back to remember you,
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graveyard name change, unconditioned spit,
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resolve recorded in a different light.
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this is you - stateless inside
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Stateless (Delusional Mix)
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| The Damage Manual |
