Scrappy's Trip

I didn't write the rules you know, I merely redefined
 Fucking torture I can't stand the sights to see
 Blank space covers their eyes, common cuss is barely alive
 Slow erosion I hate the scene, hate the feel
 All your days been numbered clearly
 I bit down, choked on your failure
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 No explosion can crease the fear, alluring skies
 Busting rails and I've punctured my head
 Big city rat the race, a country boy immersed in grace
 Slow convulsions I hate the scene hate the feel
 All your days been numbered clearly
 I bit down, choked on your failure
 This ain't no howling cry, this is a guiding hand
 Striking you down, while slowly sinking
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 Fall into the wall
 Crawl under the hall
 Fall into the wall
 Crawl under the hall
 All your days been numbered clearly
 I bit down, choked on your failure
 This ain't no howling cry, this is a guiding hand
 Striking you down, while slowly sinking