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Terminator - David Prod


nodont tell me---
idr wanna know
head to the side, i dont miss nothin
gave way to the ways i was back then
what's that? cold case, put it in the oven-
yeah, move from the past tense
elaborate, everyday could be god sent
small sum of a hundreddifferentreasons to back up and dive in

crash
double back robust
never a paycut, just another papercut to set
back
advance due to skill and luck and sheer will
caught up in the crosshairs, chills down my spine
its evident letters will never let us know the end of times, youre on a slender line
i never meant for the light to travel past beyond
take it back, too late to take it back like fuck

speed past all the trash, smoke grass then a fag, throw the keys in the trunk, im drunk
gotta laugh at the facts, what's truth? everytime i give it thought end up in a noose, fuck
slacked on the back end, pick it up slow, watch it all fall apart while relaxing
flooded to the chin gotta gasp for the last couple drops for the gas tank, shit

pain
break up all the pain, watch me crumble
slain by the trip, power sent me off the grid
i don't wanna get plugged in
i don't wanna get plugged in
i don't wanna get pulled thin
i just wanna rest my sin, set it down in the deep end, watch my six
cause marked be the bearer of the wicked
i kicked the torch and set the world ablaze 
now let me finish, the light
its hot and fatal up to your discretion
now no more blessings, lock me up and keep the reverence

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