Lyrics
Who, knew the screw, twisted through, to due
Retribution
What, doors are shut, since you've cut, you strut
Like the big gun
Where, in you're lair, of despair, prepare
Revolution
You know if breaks me down
Like the gears of a watch over wound
You're just a hole in the ground
Why, wont you try, you imply, that it's my
Decision
When, your thick skin, wears too thin, once again
Collision
How, can you vow, to allow, what you now
Envision
One, overdone, poke at fun, and the gun
Gets loaded
Two, overdue, shells cut through, point of view
Imploded
Three, flee the spree, see debris, one degree
Of goaded on
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