do you document real life When real life's getting more like fiction each day? Headlines, bread-lines blow my mind And now this deadline, eviction or
, collective well Now do you know how I feel tonight? Now can't you see I'm surreal tonight? See how I shine I'm a star, yeah Now do you know who you
tell me why I'm feeling Like I want to give a beating Rage absolute, I got rage Rage absolute, I got rage Rage absolute, I got rage Rage absolute, I got rage
me with rage I ate to feed I killed in kind you believe me Don't you hear the echoes in your mind They say I'm insane don't they but do they really
church was told in vine That Brother Ira must stop his singing or the choir was gonna resign So the pastor appointed a committee, I think it was three or
sing, yeah I?m the meanest in the place Step up, I?ll mess with your face I don?t care where you are Look up and follow the star Aah, I?m gonna tear
need a show stopper Get the rangin' east poppers Squeeze and waving east choppers Fuck around with this shit and get your wig split Either do it myself or
one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothaf
get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime No more games, i'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothaf
get one shot do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin
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scared. so now hold your breath and set the stage prepare yourself for the cynic's rage is it a question still of who is man? or how they feel and
why do you stand by the window Abandoned to beauty and pride The thorn of the night in your bosom The spear of the age in your side? Lost in the rages
Crawl, crawl Do you hear revolution's call? Time to fight our own denial Warmongers keep us locked in fear Invoke the past, a moment of tears An ugly
do or die Under the influence of the game .. Already been through the love and the pain Feelin's to him that one in the same .. Gotta maintain or
. Champion: What is this fucking quick sand?! Donald: The Champion is now conferring with coarse marshal, David Canner. Champion: What do I do next
something from which it's so hard to be free And none of the tears we cry in sorrow or rage Can make any difference, or turn back the page
's Jesus, what's he going make her do next? I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest You used to do that to me back in 1253 Pity me, while