you thought i let you get away with this little thing i call my soul?
you thought i tolerate your silent terror? NO!
i come bakk!
i come bakk!
believe it or not...
this means war against myself...
believe it or not...
believe it or not...
this means war against myself...
believe it or not...
your spittin´ image is spittin´on you
and it´s afraid of what it is about to do.
i speak the unspoken
and i know the unknown code of the bakkdoor,straight to your dome!
protect yourself from yourself by yourself...
it won´t help.
this is fun, grab a gun,
choose the one that is about to get done..
fukk
me
up
now!!!!
believe it or not...
this means war against myself...
believe it or not...
believe it or not...
this means war against myself...
believe it or not...
believe it or not!
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