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Slam down. Just try and hold me in this dead end town. Jump up. I’m never stuck- not with a mind like mine Dropkick. My hearts feels sick, from all of this- ignorant bliss Pull hair, grind teeth. I’m ready for whatever you’ve got for me Punch chest. You’re holding me, in boring normality KO- I’ll run this show, only if you say so. Tell me to shine like a queen, to ride home from war with this victory scream. Show me that this roar I hear is not from a Lion; but from the crowd that surrounds my breath, as they watch my fear turn to death.