My guts are pouring all over the pavement, stumbling over my own bloody enslavement, we don't own this world, just payin rent, maybe I'm better off with a bow, arrows and tent, Testament is the scent on the bushes where I piss, I walk the world a ghost so when you shoot you're bound to miss, kiss angels dangled from the star-spangled, its not a dream deferred, its hope annihilated marked by the bloodstains on the curb
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