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Steal your soul, and feast on your mind.
Meat cleaver slips clean straight to your spine.
Haunting dismay, my occupation, is what I’m payed for.
Our job satisfaction guaranteed.
The calling to carve out your face places me as the paid
while earning my equity eating the lives of the depraved.
Projects unbound, restricted from no sound,
for we hold the mound.
The spotlight can shine only so far;
we surround its objects.
Then, the light will drown.
We are crawling in mud outside your success.
We are scratching and clawing while you have no defense.
We remain under the radar, waiting for the perfect play.
Then we roll the dice when the time is right,
and then you’ll feel the pain.
Reign down all my hell.
I am driven to expel your name.
You are the men.
We are the gods.
Stolid, solid, we progress through monotony.
Calamity cannot claim the caretakers.
We embraced the game, claimed all the stakes.
You should have realized we are biding time.
As we climb the ranks, we’re banking on our own damn lives.
Our job is to tear this shit up, and we’re moving on up.
Our job is to tear this shit up, and we’re moving on.
No wasted movement for every pawn will know his role.
For every act you make we counterstrike and hold;
we meet the call.
We are crawling in mud outside your success.
We are scratching and clawing while you have no defense.
We remain under the radar, waiting for the perfect play.
Then we roll the dice when the time is right,
and then you’ll feel the pain.
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