WE fill our glass, one more time, breathe in lime, and swallow the war on the inside. We move, across the front line, close to the edge and war I digest on the inside. I'm everything I did not want to be, it feels good not to feel anything. What's wrong, what's right, with all my might, I'll save the fighting for another day. We sit, I fill one more pipe. Load more supplies and patch up the wounds on the inside. It's time we do our dance, time to take lives, and cut out your enemies insides. I'm everything I did not want to be, it feels good, I don't feel anything. What's wrong, what's right, with all my might, I'll save the fighting for another day. I'm shot!


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