Soul

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Black Book,Blue Book,Fuck em all

1st rule about me is you don't know me at all

2nd rule about me is YOU DON'T KNOW ME AT ALL!

Push a button,Pull a lever, and then you die

And I really don't want to live this life and never ask "Why"?

Go on Space Monkey! conform to society

but with a little chaos we can change history

Napalm is made with styrophome and gasoline

to make me explode all you have to do is get me mean

I'm not my fucking job,I am not my khaki's

I am not what I think I am,or what you think of me

I am a rebel, who craves a simplier life

and this gun might just answer my plight

put the barrel in my mouth,and hit the trigger like the bong

to clean my brains off the wall,will take you all day long

My body may be left behind,but my soul is free

3rd-8th rules about me...YOU DON'T KNOW ME


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Fight Club influence is easy to see

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