Tower of Rome
oh my god!! he s got an arm off
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We fight our fights a bit differently up North
And there is hardly ever time for the safety of a phone
So if you represent your town then may your town be burned to the ground
And among the ashes of your nickname
All of your on-lookers will say:
Did
you
see
how
his
head
gave?
Or could they even feel your teeth when I was pulling them from my knuckles