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I'm coming through, thought you knew, fuck if you didn't, fuck youPlutonium loreWhat this is, what this forFeel my fists push black holesThrough your bitch ass decorSplit it back like a whoreAnd make you shit your fucking drawersScared to ride, cowards fallBefore my eyes, sound of my ballsDragging like cannon loaded wagonsDrug by demons down your hallsCan't imagine whats fit to happenWhen I get to flashing, see the smallShrink to a fraction of what their lackingAnd less than that in no time at all.Can't believe they have the gaulTo try and act like they're not trappedBetween these walls ...Bring it, bring it, bring it, kill itBring it, bring that shit heatedSling it, bring back that shit - kill itSongtexteSometimes feel like I'm close but never get thereNEVER GET THEREDoes it mean I'm a ghost if I'm still here?WANNA LEAVE HEREAnd if I am why can't I just float through the walls?THROUGH THE WALLSAnd if I can, were they even ever there at all?NOT AT ALLToo much time spent in the maze will drive you mad, I feel so badBeen there so long I can't remember who I am, or where I standBut in the end I guess I just don't give a damnTwist a gram and keep on sticking with the original planFuck it manJudge you no more than I wish to be judgedEven on the lowBut I do know what you do not speak ofDon't know but it showsTry to hide but I see who you are becauseI just knowKeep talking but you already said too muchThere you goHow it is now's how it it always wasThat's on my bloodHow it is now's how it it always wasThat's on my bloodBring it, bring that shit heatedSling it, bring back that shit - kill itSee my blood spill drip, by chancesTry to chill, quit, cuz I can't just slip into a zagthoth tranceTongue hissing, serpent chantsCome again work it in, yeah just like thatWe paint our insides blackAs the shadows 'hind our fleshAnd make all that we lackThe part of life that we forgetAll praise due to the factThat we've forgotten how to sweat itCheck itBring itKILL ITOn everything I ownSwear would rather slit my throat and die on the runThan be the one who ends up hangin from that ropeTied to the thumb of the man who comes to empty your pockets when you chokeGot to get that shit myself and get the fuck out of this gameBefore I end up getting stuck with no one but myself to blameAll the way insaneStaring at the ceilingIn the darkTrying not to let the feelingTear you apartBut the silence is buzzingAnd it won't stopTell yourself its almost overBut its not Aus Songtexte Mania