(feat. Sick Jacken of Psycho Realm)
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[Sample]
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"What the fuck is going on?"
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[Verse 1: Prevail]
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Wreathe the whirlwind
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Revisit the deep end
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Ghost town, show down, diamond head creek bed
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The fugitive pugilist
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Luminous, anonymous
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Doomsday is looming us, it's obvious
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Heal like the hands of a medicine man
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Decon feathers
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Flesh on bone
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Real vendettas
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Steal cantines, at least two roam on wild plain
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For my voice drain the gramophone, dance for rain
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Cloak and spell
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Choke on smoke from my broken quail
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Pray from the padre when I take you from your madre
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Bottom barrel rum, double-barrel light a broadway
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Derelicts of dialect
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Dangerous environment
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Lone star, no law will ever slow my hand
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So far, quick draw, quit while you can
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Quicksand suffocates and draws out the breathing
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Hallucinations follow
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And then, loss of feeling
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[Chorus: Sick Jacken]
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Welcome to the darkside
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With (??) counter-clockwise
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You lookin' through the glass from the outside
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Be safe when you come in
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Cause death'll leave ya mouth wide
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Soul, legs and the body
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Spirit from me now, rise
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I arrive to take lives and tell lives
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I'm wanted dead or alive, cause when the needle cries
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In your bloodstream
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I'm the one drivin' this lush dream
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Overdose an eye on you, so, don't ever trust me
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[Verse 2: Madchild]
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Hang the hang man
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Jesse James gang
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Guns drawn at sundown, fun starts from one pound
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The one pound of marijuana, new era
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Shame blue lightning in a Porsche Guerrera
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Still, I'm all heart
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This a mind true as dark
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To my dream team
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Til my death do us part
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Break bread with convict, real fucking killers
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Get clocked by cop with binoculars
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I'm unpopular
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But able to manipulate
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Your social circle
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You should just be careful
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I'm the Deer Hunter
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It's a tough winter
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Still, I'm inventive
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This a real friendship
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We ride under the moonlight, break of dawn
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Not actors, cowboy hat, mask and black horse
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Factor kicked in Commando Rambo
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Tahoe to Lambough
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That's when we gamble
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[clang]
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[Verse 3: Madchild]
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Eight bars of bravehearts
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Circle through your brain, I'm perfectly insane
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Who wanna challenge the birth of Christ on
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The calender
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You a Scorpio on the horoscope
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World's ugliest man, plus I'm adorable
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Oracle that can predict intentions
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Still filled with tention, drunk with revenge
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While my enemies have lunch with my friends
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[Prevail]
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Children of the twilight, born in primal fury
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The hammer on the strings plays a death song wickedly
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Prevail'll nail through your heart, sounds painful
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Trumpets welcome me like Gabriel The Archangel
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Hollow images
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Wavering echoes
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Subtle differences, pinebox and shovel
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Barb wire, dynamite, switchblade advocates
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Starfire midnight full moon naturalist
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Sinister
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Swollen Members |