Kicked around, smacked aboutGagged & boundNo more on the down & outTook my pay, cut me off, had a laughTables are now turning aroundThought it was funnyJust spending my moneyThinking I'm a jokeYeah, oh yeahNo more doors shut on life & meNow I refuse to seeOhh!I will break you, I'm the bullet that's miles inside your headThe final vision, last word that shall be saidI will break you, I'm the bullet that's miles inside your headWe meet again, how have you been?Meet my friendI've come to collect what's mineImmune to fear, with this gun in handThe future's clearAll that was is to be realignedThought it was funny, spending my moneyThinking I'm a jokeYeah, Oh YeahLife's four walls crashing downClosing inLet's let your end beginYes I am, yes I amIf you ask me, I'd do it again
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