Last minutes of trust, in a story of brothers made of dust
you made me hate me, with no other reflection to see;
Feel the real injection daily, everything seems to poke
we have turned us into a joke;
everything seems to shine,
twinkle bright and scream rhyme;
this verse is for your protection
this verse is killing me and you: action!
lamps out of broken teeth, burns down the broken heart
brother against brother
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