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Art Of Dying Completely

your head is on your hands Completely without me I over turned, I understand that everything you want ain't always what you need Completely without me Completely without me Completely

in your head is on your hands Completely without me I over turned, I understand that everything you want ain't always what you need Completely without me Completely without me Completely

where it hurt, lyrical expert Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap artists be dying to

anger I saw myself in the abyss Complete fullness I now own I return to earth a demonrace Denied by man through ages Now I walk the dying soil Atrocities

hurt, lyrical expert Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap artists be dying

, lyrical expert Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap artists be dying to a

In our thinking we stand lonely Once a land of art and culture Now slave to streams from outside Our nation's culture, doomed and dying Like a candle

The joy that is to creating Once a land of art and culture Now slave to streams from outside Our nation's culture, doomed and dying Like a candle's fading