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Submitted:Nov 13, 2011    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

crunch, break the mold

feel the static electricity

relinquish its hold

crash, feel the impact

tires squeal, bodies break

but you walk away intact

and you know this world is

one hundred percent fucked

we get up, walk around

go to work and complain about it

what do we want

why are we here

get fucked up

you won't get anywhere near

where you want to go

who you want to be

better be careful

or you'll end up like me

brainfucked, bodydead

I'm playing games with your head

spin around, turn upside down

defy gravity

can you fly?

let's go try

I'll meet you in the pit


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