6:41 Sapien

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In professional wrestling, the Samoan SWAT Team was a tag team who competed in promotions including World Wrestling Council, World Class Championship Wrestling, and World Championship Wrestling (WCW) in the late 1980s and early 1990s. The team later appeared in the World Wrestling Federation (WWF, now known as WWE) as the Headshrinkers and in Extreme Championship Wrestling as the Samoan Gangster Party (also known as Gangstas in Paradise). The team originally comprised Fatu and Samu, but various iterations included Big Matty Smalls, Samoan Savage, and Sione. Most members of the team were members of the Anoa'i family and at one point were managed by Paul Heyman (better known as Paul E. Dangerously), who currently manages Fatu's sons and Matty's brother, The Uso… more »

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6:41 I step onto steel rails to assist me into the city
One of many Sapiens to walk under this fractured Midland sky
What's my worth?
What's my worth?
Have I got as much as you?
You've got as much as me
Exhaustion
Matchsticks stand in my eyes
Those sticks strike my fears
Nothing appears
Nothing will ever appear
As memories fade
And routine gains
And paves away
You feel the weight and you wind away
Writhe in this wind-chilled ground
I'm forever falling they wanna kick me down
Lose me in this conversation
Liberate me
Liberate me now
Another frost-held morning in the midst of January
The sharpened static air cuts into the skin of many souls
Taken
Lost control
Lost in a panic of nothing
And the only reason is you
You're lost in a panic of nothing
And the only reason is you
You're lost in a panic of nothing
And the only reason is you
You're lost in a panic of nothing
And the only reason is you
As memories fade
And routine gains
And paves away
You feel the weight and you wind away
Writhe in this wind-chilled ground
I'm forever falling they wanna kick me down
Lose me in this conversation
Liberate me
Liberate me now
I was lost for a sec
I was lost in my head
Didn't know what to expect from the knock-on effect
It comes to a time you feel washed on the deck
It brings a cold heart
There's frost on my chest
And these days I feel that I've gone to my death
I'm struggling to pay for the cost of my bread
But I'll never decided to write a song for a cheque
I'm choosing my path like I'm crossing a wreck
It was wrong when I went
I was soft in my step
I was strong but I bled
But I longed to perfect
Lost in a panic
Lost in a panic
Lost in a panic
Lost in a panic
Lost in a panic
Lost in a panic
Lost in a panic
And the only reason was you

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