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There's no rest for the weary, wild, or wicked

No peace for the tired, tortured, or damned

No escape from Evil, nor Evil's child

No stop to the hurt or being crushed in the dirt

There's no reprieve from the knives in my back

No calm for an upcoming heart attack

Run all you want, run all you can

There's nothing you can do but understand

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⏰ Last updated: May 20, 2017 ⏰

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