It isn't often burns this thirst
Come at me and do
your worst
I'm firing without a
goal
What body walks
without a soul
Eradicated locus of
control
And on we roll, we
roll, we roll
Hungry for it all
that isn't mine
And they're comin'
down the line
Steady beside
decline
Comin' down the line
Getting off on the
design
Besides the point
whether is fine
Keep it from my lips
craving to lead
Wild in the speed,
possessed by carnal
greed
What thirst to feed
The first to bleed
-onistic heed
Brutal frenzied
A body plead
Haphazard in denial
His disposition vile
The fastest fucking
mile
Which passed us
wretched while
Outlaster lusted
smle
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