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Just me...middle class kid from the suburbs doin' my thing, livin' in Richmond now.
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Genre
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Peak #3,365
Peak in subgenre #1,848
Author
The Truth
Rights
Fuck yeah!
Uploaded
July 24, 2003
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Envision this image, whips lifted and sittin in ditches/
Victims, 2 kids livin', but with assistance from several incisions/
One Decision, left limbs mangled in a tangle of metal twisted/
Inches away from the finish, then instant head on collision/
Ignition, pedals stomp engines romp with precision/
Emissions blowin' smoke clouds, shrouding the crowd's vision/
Fuel flowin', the strokes loud, as the the sound slivers
Squeelin' tires when pistions fire and the ground quivers/
Earth shivers with desire from a constant rage/
Pace quickens as the second stage of the race begins/
Phased by wind, the tail drifts into the rail and spins/
End over end, sendin' the two men hurled into the dashboard/
Bendin the cars frame in half, more painful sprains in this crash coruse/
Pause the night while the jaws of life bash the doors in/
Mashed foreheads and gashes paintin' their Ford red/
It a wonder they aint dead, lord sent these men a blessin/
But they sped, turn their cars to weapons/
Now the veggin' in bed, guessin' that they learn their lesson instead/
Deep breathin', machines keepin' them from seein' Jesus/
They'll need preachers to beat the seizures, cuz their evil/
In steeples, mothers prayin on their knees for people/
They love, while doctors in rubber gloves try to save their sons/
Chance is slim to none they survive, but they strive to stay alive/
Their minds and nerves fried, but they try ressecitation/
Stressin' elevation of their stasis critical, they're cynical/
Cuz they're sinners too, they aint spiritual/
They fearin-you God, cuz they aint hearin' you in their time of need/
In their deep sleep they breath in unison to the sea/
Till you send them a sign, they puts their soul ta ease/
Knowin' peace they prepared to be delievered above/
Considered with love, they shove off without hugs/
18 years on earth, their existence has just begun/
Funeral procession was a mile long/
Watch the dirt pile on, noone with a smile on their face/
Just pained expression and a sour taste in their mouths/
No doubt its a shame the way these kids went out/
Now their underground, laid to rest in grave yards/
No visitors save a stray bird usin' headstones ta perch/
Six feet under earth until their awakened from slumber, breakin' their curse/
Takin' the worst, they've forsaken his words/
But he forgives them first as they prepare for re-birth/
Now he speaks, they hands outreached then they breach the clouds/
Astoundin' sceens from atop his crown/
They look down upon the mass of blue-green/
They gasp as the huge king gives em a shove as they scream from above/
Musta been a bad dream, or so it seems....
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