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Posted by Zach on May 02, 2002 at 03:55:16:
Check Mate
WORKING, WORKING, FEELING THE FLOW SHUT THE HELL UP, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW WATCH IT DUDE I’M STARTING TO GET MAD SO SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE THINGS GET BAD I’M WRITING THIS VERSE WHEN THINGS CAN’T GET WORSE MY LIFE IS A CIRCLE SEEMINGLY NEVER ENDING NO EARNING, JUST ETERNAL SPENDING INFERNAL BURNING, MY GUTS ARE CHURNING CONDECENDING, NEVER ENDING, MIND BENDING WHAT CAN I SAY, IT’S MY LAST DAY STILL CAUGHT IN THE FRAY DEMONIC, MY LIFE IS SHATTERED, BEATEN AND BATTERED LACERATIONS, FALSE INFORMATION NO ESCAPING, IT’S OVER NOW I GOT THIS FAR, HOW? I’LL NEVER KNOW NO ANSWER, JUST LIKE CANCER, SILENT, YOU WON’T SEE IT COMING I’M GOING DOWN THE DRAIN, THERE’S TOO MUCH PAIN I’M STUCK IN CAGE, BRIMMING WITH RAGE SCARS AND BURNS, COFFINS AND EARNS CORPESES AND HORSES, A DEATH MARCH THROUGH HELL MY EYES ARE CLOSING, MUSCLE CONTRACTION, AND THEN THE HEAD ROLLES BACK AND IT’S OVER CHECK MATE…
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