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[This is your fate on Earth]

Check it check it out, check it out, check it check it out. Bring it bring it on, bring it on, come on, come on. Check it check it out, check it out, check it check it out.

My name is crash. Sidewinding, I flash like a burning flare - don't look away 'cause I'm already in there, I've been there - wherever you stare. I've been there longer than you care to remember. Buried deep inside you, now you must step to accept all the past behind you. Pain breeding pain and it's back again, only the scars in your brain remain so you look for a vent, you consent to escape what's gone and now I'm on. From the nipple to the needle to the bottle and you're never satisfied, for these crimes you must be tried. You can't hide 'cause I am reality your birthright is a world of insanity. Disconnected legacy and you will never see an end to the global savagery. Continuing to feed your desire for more but deep down you know the truth you'll never find what you're looking for - It's gone and you can't buy it back. And now your senses are under attack. So you act automatic and turn to the frantic nation of addicts. Reduced to the manic, false erratic solemn doped up slaves and servants of greed because you were born into the age of panic.

Now I'm going all city with the master plan. I'm faster man and I'm about to tell just who I am. I am the reality you can't escape, the visions recorded on disk and tape. The rape, the horror, the shame so familiar. My words fill you with dread and then kill you dead. Stone cold in your stride, I fill a hole in your soul around fifty miles wide. I'm the contradiction each time you speak. I keep you weakened, get down at your feet. I am the part that you can never reconcile. You're right here but you're living in exile. Walking in cities of stone, the shadows groan, thousands of people but you're all alone in your own little zone, like a drone working in hives all your lives bowing down to the throne. The overlords made in your own image, anaesthetised you in the global village, now you're finished, dependent lost in a maze, you're dazed as you stare at the glowing blaze, erased. Your future pulses in a computer. I am you - now how'd that suit ya? Inherited chaos now instilled as I willed and now I just wait for the kill as they're born into the age of panic.

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