Tonight, I'm busy feeling invincible
So, just keep quiet and don't disturb
Purify myself in the bottom of this crucible
And drive this through necessary motions
Feeling like one-eighty at seventy-five
And take it with unflinching gusto
A night like no other before
But many will fall in succession
When the knife comes out, I'm still sputtering blood
But still kicking, breathing
So, press a little harder next time, bitch
Or don't bother wasting my time
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