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To bring that bottom rush
Of circumspect.
Sitting here
Stoic and patient
I heart myself
I hurt myself.

We're not going under
We're not gonnna take it
We're not gonna die
And give the bastards the edge.

My mission is to
Stop em and stomp em
To make em cry uncle
To make my uncle conceed
To make my enemies bleed
The watchword of the day
Is tired withered skin.
Dead and old and cold to the touch