LYRIC

I did my time
So stop planting dead doves in my pockets.

The boy who punches windows has left.

I cut the fuse
Of the ethanol bomb set to explode over all that I am.

And if you can't forgive, can't forgive yourself,
Go and hold a grudge against your own health.

You're playing dead again.
(Ko)

Relapse weighing in at the nine gun shots that dropped my father.
I'll give it all that I got.

I'm coming out swinging.
(Showdown)

I did my time
So stop planting dead doves in my pockets.

The boy who punches windows has left.

I cut the fuse
Of the ethanol bomb set to explode over all that I am.

You're playing dead again.
I'm coming out swinging.

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