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A Few Gone Bad
Stricken For Answers

Stricken by Cancer

they got answers,

leaving the sound to hold your place,

walking the distance we are the system,

but they don't care about the hate,

what do you say to someone who pisses you off,

you want to drop your bomb wanna go in charged,

you wanna raise your fist wanna fight to the death,

you better take one swing you aint got nothing left.

What is the system solve the equation,

burning yourself in my mind,

telling the restless its all to get this,

your the one who won't survive.

I won't keep on,
moving laugter,

after dreaming slowly,

pulling me in,

you just want to keep on.

LIVING IN SIN

ANOTHER ENEMY

HOLDING IN THING AND ITS ALL YOU SEE

RUNNING AROUND WHEN YOU GOT NO MEANING

I WON'T BE YOUR PAWN!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!

what do you say when you got nothing to do,

who do you call when you got nothing to lose.

pulling me down!!!!!!!!!!!

This is my time,

this is my face,

this is my power,

who will change,

throw up the X,
dropping everything inside.

NOW I KNOW THAT I AM JUST WAITING TO GO!!!

YOU BETTER HOLD ONTO TO EVERY MOMENT<
DON'T LOSE THIS SHOW!!!!

TELLING EVERYBODY,
BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHY!!!!!

TAKE ANOTHER CHANCE!!!
NOW PUNCH HIM IN THE EYE!!!!!

I know something i can't say,

when it's all done it won't fucking change!!

without my system i don't know why,

we are the pawns!!!!!!!

yeah we are,

we are the fist who's ready now,

don't laugh outloud we will tell you how,

raise your glass and solute your faith,

we will never fade away.

AGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!

COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAH!!!!!! COME ON!!!!!!!!!

Stricken by cancer.............