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Running away I know were to take you None can say the ball is gonna break through Labels obey me Touch me I kill you Breathe into your passion Taste of your own hell Taste of your own hell Fit for flogging They're fit for flogging, flogging Blowing way My dream is your nightmare Start to pray And see if he cares Murder, oppression Rich by your suppression The act of a loser In rotting a nation In rotting a nation From Letras Mania