Intrigued by persuasion. . .
Fucked up, perved-out fantasies teasing the need.
The driving insanity. . .
Before the sense, now touched, it was given to bleed.
Once crumbled and broken, fear it crumbled and thrown back at me.
Blacktop don't stop four motherfuckers, it just breaks the skin.
State of shock, state of emergency.
Forget the fruit, i want the serpent.
My date with death plays hard to get.
My dance with death ditched me 'cause i ain't got the moves, yet.
Dead on dead-end streets.
Four down, no casualties.
Cut up, cut out.
Im cutting out of this fucking town now.
Glass, ashes, light and shivering,
Feel for the edges.
Glass, ashes,
Lights out.

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Eighty-Six song meanings
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