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Give in, Get out, or shut the PhuCk up Me jamming on guitar with carlos on drums and shawn on bass, all improvisation fuck aroundwidth="300" height="250"{waitin for the armagededon, not caring what the prophets were sayin, cuz that was in the past, how long will this world last, as we sieze control over the weak, and the sea tides reach the peak, as the richer get richer and the poor poorer, how long can we live this horror, maybe its when they said, the prophets and their words before they were dead, or maybe its when the sun explodes, melting the earth away of moutains and roads, a kiss between ground and space, diggin one's own grave as a race, but in the end when it all comes, no one will be able to run, unless technology can beat the gun, just like the bullet, if we could save earth by a rope, no one would pull it}