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Art Of Dying Die Trying

die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying

hoping that i find the key to unlock this door. And you know that I'm trying, To make my way through the art of dying, And I'm trying so hard to find

rather travel light I'm of this kind that kills all day But I don't know yet how to die Art of dying is the way to let all go Within I practice, in the

, when I?m killin? em, fillin? em with these syllable, synonyms of adrenaline spillin? off my spiritual tongue, then numbing ?em like penicillin, plus I?m trying

you ain't that tough I'm pulling your mask off As soon as you act up You know what i came for A peace of the game or Art till the readers Buy ass long

last time In between black and white I disappear Circled around the stone until I landed here I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying

innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying

art of breathing sadness all around And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying, I thought I could stop myself from lying, For trying is that ancient art

ass Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up To learn from our mistakes Trying to