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Hunt me
Hunt me down, seek me out I want it to be
your full of doubt, full of fear you’re so unclear.
I pull you under my tread and piss on what’s in my way.
Your two-faced mindless confusion, resolution manipulation,
Dyin’ salvation. You can’t tell but life all a game; the finish line
dyin’ of your soul.
If you don’t know gouging eyes, breakin’bones, flesh eatin’ put’s
a smile on my face.
Crawlin’ through broken glass, eatin’ nails, losin’blood it all part
Of findin’ your place
your full of doubt, full of fear you’re so unclear.
I pull you under my tread and piss on what’s in my way.
Your two-faced mindless confusion, resolution manipulation,
Dyin’ salvation. You can’t tell but life all a game; the finish line
dyin’ of your soul.
If you don’t know gouging eyes, breakin’bones, flesh eatin’ put’s
a smile on my face.
Crawlin’ through broken glass, eatin’ nails, losin’blood it all part
Of findin’ your place
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