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I'm writing lyrics, born of sight, the devil and I are tight.

I don't wanna lie, I'm high as 'a kite.

I hope that I don't die tonight.

I wanna fly!

I wonder why!?

Sign, align, divine.

My mind confined by the rhyme.

My time co-signed by the Nine.

I'm fighting, using words, abusing nerds, going through the pews of the Church.

Going to the truth and it hurts.