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Someone wants me dead From the neck and upwards Rope weaved by these hands Box of my toils Coerced, dazed by a sucker punch Reeling, believing that these are the dues Someone wants me dead From the neck and upwards Pitch back, throwback to a chastised youth No quarter, stifled under a stitch-up hood To be made an example Will staunch my deviant flow Held a lever that only I can pull Need a trauma to Silence my loose tongue Loose tongue Bigots want my head On a plate to sound out Probing, exposing delicate core to full view Damning, programming etiquette to suit To dissect and reset Will staunch my deviant flow Held a lever that only I can pull Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue Group constrictor throttling a bond Call a cull to silence our loose tongues Silence our loose tongues Silence our loose tongues
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