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Ground to a stop in spasms Warring little bullshit agonies Nor is yours Nor is yours Nor is yours Fuck off The flotsam of weakling casting Shaved off and obliterated Nor is yours Nor is yours Nor is yours Fuck off Recognize the blood Recognize the blood The dimming recollection of glory Defeated five to three Nor is yours Nor is yours Nor is yours Fuck off Nor is yours Nor is yours Nor is yours Fuck off From Letras Mania