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Art Of Dying Watching You Watching Me

interrogation duress fire question Pressure point temple brainwashed disciple Shooting at me with a holy water pistol I am not a heathen I?ll give you

both foul and holy is like the deer to a dying hind; Wordless - yet in soul so true Nameless - yet it lives in you Shapeless - like the purity of pain

have you missing more games than Kerry Kittles There's a war going on outside, you hear the fiddles? And you so called 'units', go 'head and jump And

feeling, Its got a hold on me, we all chase that feeling VERSE 3 - SUFFA Its like they try to build you up to watch it all collapse, You try climb out

the stank, if you got bank Fuck buying gats bitch, get a tank Fuck a fire arm, get a wire bomb Cause when you blow yourself up, at least you dying warm

We're dying, We're dying out. Dying art, dying sea, Dying you, dying me, Dying hearts, dying minds, Dying sucks, dying times. Crash course in commercialism

by my screaming walls Hard to concentrate in my 7 x 12 cell Everyone watching my every move Even with these shrouds, I feel naked The windows talk to me and tell me

me, we all chase that feeling It's like they try to build you up to watch it all collapse You try climb out the pit, they'll try claw you back Like back

a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit Walking the surface of my red carpet These are distress signals spanning you and I Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying