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i am a man
who understands
what it means to be in a band
in this gangland
the daily music stops in the land
for the night percussion to start
to tear us apart
just like throwing darts
everything has a part
a click, c**k, or boom
there is an impending doom
for all those under the moon
for when it begens
it does not end
for the vererans
this pointless battle
being driven like cattle
with brands of shadow
further in the night
it gets louder
sounding like clatter
climbing a ladder
taking a shower
of bullets with power
then the music shatters
to small splatters
as i watch my blood
fall in the mud
i can only shrug
as if there is a plug
in my ear
this is the last year
i get to hear
the music so clear.