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They're like cannibals full of grass stealing lives And I swear I won't be found See a door like advice, like a light I'm getting out alive I'm getting out alive; Could you tell I've been back too long Fingers in the face Kid you not, Feel it go limp like a rag doll Crushed Never jealous But the rage keeps a chance for the edge This saint's about to roll; But you didn't get it No you didn't get it; But you didn't get it No you didn't