Perhaps it's just the way the light falls But everything looks like a target to me
And I don't know where the gun is
But I'm certain that it's pointed at me
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
In the course of all the previous events
It is evident that something's bound to happen
Come on, rear your ugly head to me
I've got nothing to lose but my apathy
The root of the problem has been isolated
Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down
Just try me
What are you waiting for?
Come on, motherfucker
Let's go
Just rear your ugly fucking head
I'll put it on a platter
Come on, motherfucker
Let's go
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born!
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