Gate crash, state smashed
Riches to rags, body bags
No luck, head fuck
Needles to rust, fakin’ lust
Knife stroke, dead joke
Bloodshed, raining red on red
Dog blind, black mind
Crackin’ your eyes, well you gotta rise
Suck it, know it, love it
The strewn bodies were dressed in flies
As I walked from the haze of the boom boom room
Guilt trailed in streams
The body screams, the mind is wracked
Left no doubt, left no trace
Reveal in chaos, level the tranquil
Give in to me
Know when you’re conquered
Jackknife, slow life
Lost to grip-tight, the deadlight
Bloodied cheeks, sunken eyes
Swollen pride, psycho’s died
What is now is what it seems
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