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Creep on the knife edge of chance

Take one step right, straight in two

And if your lucky it'll go sharp side to your head

Your fucked at the chance of life, numb from the neck up

You'll be lucky if you find you wake up dead

Your wasted, your nothing, exiled within you own fucking mind

Skull full of excretion, voice full of shit

Your body is desecrated but there's not a scratch on it

The temple is crumbling, because it's worn by you

Misery in the world

You won't see deep misery

Creep on the knife edge of chance

Take one step right, you will die

Fucking uniforms can kill every day

Take your head out you arse

We won't suffer your mind gutter