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two seconds after the lights are turned on
hammers inside my head they start
to kick the back of my eyes
with all the hate the way my life goes
with the pulse that blinds
from day to day, you crawl
hate yourself for taking part
wishing you'd die with the dirty boots on
the game is lost once you start to crawl
wishing you'd die with the dirty boots on
