He's running a muck on a wasted might,
No real ambition or a care in life.
The battle hits the streets, he fights.
Everything else to him has become a bore,
And anything else would be a wasted of time.
So who shall be the first to die?
It's now your time.
On the back of your neck you feel his breathe.
It's now your time.
Endure the pain till he destroys the brain.
It's now your time.
He's come for you!
Now he's on the run,
Living a life of pain.
Slapping his arm, tapping the vein.
A breaking point, there's no return.
Now he won't look back he's to scare
To see the dark cloaked figure,
Only woe he brings.
His fate is set in stone, he dies!

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