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It's been a long time coming
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Coming for the livestock
Running for their lives
It's been a long time coming
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Coming
Mettle the medal
The medals of honor pierce his chest
Kettle the kettle man
His heart is black
It bleeds for d**h
To all the rebels
Living off the laws that fear suggests
He appears a mess
But there's this message
He's decoded
And he's the envy of the unknowing
But all willing to picture it all perfect
He talks into this mic
With nothing in mind
The image is all worth it
No worship in his blood
Or curses worth believing in
He's up and he's leaving
A love for no reason, now
He's making his rounds
He pounds his chest and hits the street
He's bad to the bone with bad bones
But he don't admit defeat
Visits the meek
Who inherently speak through a
Well oiled machine of a heart
And it don't back off
Comes from a back log
Of lost and tough luck
He's completely punch drunk
And too exhausted to touch love
But it's kept tucked away
With a new fade-proof innocence
That's underage and overpaid attention to
And since he's destined to
Live without a destiny to rest into
He'll just search for recipes
From entries to exit wounds
Sets the moonshine down
Writes another victim's tune
And washes the blood from his hands
With drinks until his fingers prune
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It's been a long time coming
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Coming for the livestock
Running for their lives
It's been a long time coming
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Coming
He never had faith in god
Only trusts the custody he seeks
He'd just love to have you
Judge him by the company he keeps
The company of wolves
Customized and cunning
Up up and running wild
In the streets running, running
He's cutting it close
He's luxury cla**
He's up in the smoke and ash of habits
That have broken fast
But he's cra**
So don't cross him
He's wild in sorrow
He manages his emotions
And lights another Marlboro
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It's been a long time coming
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Coming for the livestock
Running for their lives
It's been a long time coming
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Coming