keep away
swallow this whole , fill the empty twisted soul , someday I will pay , fate will determine the toll , can't change now its to late , there's so much hate , so much resentment and I'm once again strapped with steel ready , down for the kill empty and cold , the nothing that I feel can't tell nightmares from whats real but still at his cross I Neal. tears of blood in my past I ride the night loud and fast . looking for hell avoiding the law those pigs want to lock me up in some cell , I will never stop , I will die before giving up to some hating fuckin cop so I have to stay on my game and a step ahead and I know sooner or later I will be dead .
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