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No remorse
Or regrets
Suffer on, sacrament
No report on the mess
Same old law, same old less
Some above, some are dead
No resurgence of rad
Someone bad left the blood on the stain
I'm insane, mane
Murder on time on the sixth day
365 since my wrist slit
Tho I'm fine, no arithmet
Weak meth on the with the fish men
Please man, down when I miss them
Take 5 in a row and a piss then
Red line on my slick Benz
List them lies on my lesbians
Damn brother, pass that joint
I got some things I need to clear right off my mind
Release the stress that's haunting down upon these eyes, aight
I feel the tension building up between the day
and as it slowly turns again to leave us face another night, fight
Go Do your worst, I got a million other ways to take control
It never ends, the symptoms point towards me losing all I own
What remains is all a mess that is now rotting in a hole
So The resurgence of the wicked and the sick out in the cold
Writer(s): Paigambar Raj
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