.There's a war, there's a clash of sorts
Dead ahead
It's foreign but it's real
Knock, knock, knock
There it sits taxing every move
Your world son
So either get your gun or clean theirs
With the neck of your ego on the chopping block
Sugar memories bring you back to a t.
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