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To The PointLost for words but never actionNo point in anything you represent No point in anything you signify So what's the point of striving to defy? Lost for words but never battle Sick to death of all your problems Sick to death of your mistakes A damn distaste for all your flaws So, there is it! Confess or meet demise Fight for every wretched thing you hold dear Now, fight for your lies Just fight 'Cause I'm in for the kill To the point! You worthless shit! To the point! To the point! |