Ah yes,i had forgot about that,well em,keep it quiet man,there is a good boy
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We are the Youth,
and we are knocking on death's door
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Sometimes i can not take this pace,
Sometimes it's my life i can taste,
Sometimes i can not feel my face,
You never see me fall from grace
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So back off your rules
Back off your jive
Cause I'm sick of not living
To stay alive
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Come down to RCOSD and Redstreak's basement,were touture and pain are our game