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motorized apocalypse
See metal crunch and hear it
Highway death by motor spirit

Light the fuel
Propagate oxygen and heat
Deify motor spirit
Kiss

Who's up next to get flexed?
You shouldn't test
Spreading them rumors
Adding fuel to my jets
Gas in my fire
Food that I use for my strength
I'll feud with

Love and lust collide
In this new song
We defeat what divides us
In this new song
Desire takes us by the hand
With fire we write our names in

took their hands
And they put 'em in my face, with a level of disgrace
I had to make 'em know my place
So I hit 'em in the face until their blood

The-S-S-summon, the summon up of the Damned
I feel like I'm in a fight for my life, quick-fast, take a swipe and a slice of the knife
I feel like I'm in a fight for

find our way,
Excitement fuels our hearts for endless days.
Wrapped in cozy scarves, hands entwined with care,
We share secrets, building memories

partner in crime
My partner in crime
Every night I think of you
Go to sleep just to hold you
Want you to be by my side
The one that drowns all my cries
My

writing code, off by heart

Click, click, rap, tap, generate! Fuel the mood, anticipate
Found in pixels, auto muse, driver image, perfect hues!
From

I'm not in jail
 
Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard

the meaning is right
Influenced by the hoods, suffer pressure tonight
That's why I feel I can talk about the shit in my life
Who is he if he has fifty grand

I'm a shining star I'm a heartthrob
Been through somethings a make ya heart stop
Fuel up in that jet fuel up in my heart
Hoping I don’t crash cause I

my fate in strangers' hands
If they're really watching
Then they'll understand
Scrub my brain then scrub again
Thinking how many times can I face my

in my skin
I cannot hide
Impurities within
There’s one thing in my mind to fuel this anger living deep in me
There’s one thing in my mind to fuel this

in your veins again
Because I do really exist
But If you run out of fuel
I'll share my gasoline with you and
We will strengthen each other's best

on my gun)
With you by my side (With you by my side)
We're running through the jungle girl listen with your eyes (We're running through the jungle girl

of those other guys (Those other guys)
Well, alright, alright (Alright, alright)
Alright, yeah yeah, alright (Alright)
In my anxiety I'm buried alive (Buried

of fuckin losin

And I 'm tired of being left in broken pieces
Heartache's a bitch I'm not the type to fight it 
I'm all up in all my feelings 
Don't think I

fuck her 400 times, act like I never met her
I couldn't count on both hands
How many times they tried to 
Find my name off coke cans
Must have found

from the West
Oops, meant to say I'm from the East
I smear a big pile of poop in my hands
I am poor, do my poor nigga dance
I'm a fake skater, I'm

fuck her 400 times, act like I never met her
I couldn't count on both hands
How many times they tried to find my name off coke cans
Must have found

Together my love
We shine so bright
Hand in hand
Unstoppable force
In this love
We find our true source
Lnoda you are the spark in my life
The fuel to my

to be
My brains locked in now its too late to breathe
Yeah
Sitting on my hands I got plans I wants bands now
Never did the work so you cannot see success

place
Cause how I get fucked up by stupid shit up in the worst way
You the fuel to the flame
You the coal to the fire
I'm tryna make a change that's my

Hold up right quick with the saddening material
I wrote this in the morning at the table eating my cereal
Ha, yeah, I'm so hysterical aren't I?
Okay