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The Night Burns Away
Like Gasoline
The city belongs to us
When we ride in our Car
Ripping the streets
To kick it in
My love affair with the kult
the streets belonged to me
this fascination for death
Came upon me
As I pressed the accelerator
With the wind in my hair
As my mind was on high
The state of my Mind
Like a cracked open sky
That helps me to die
Screaming from the front seat
Before they kicked the last nail in
Into the policy of Truth
The day I died to the cross
After the ride.