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Victims burn in the atmosphere Breaking our back to get down here I took a hand on a switcher? Trying to run, keep your hands off Noone's better at doin' my work Make me feel like dirt You cross the line, took my freak-show How the hell was I to know Take the flowers out of night-sticks Don't break nothing you can't fix Pull the body beneath my face Probably something you can't fix Someone circling someone's eye Pulled the wings off a butterfly ? the handle into reverse Just like you did it on purpose Everybody is faceless Stone cold and stateless Form? a line to redemption To re-increase the tension Grab a gun while they're still hot Well if you like it or not Dream a negative dream for me Adjust a hand over free From Letras Mania