Rockin' back an forth in his chair
alone in the dark
is a little skinny kid who didn't have a heart,
he had no problems
physical presence wasn't a beast
only problem hes a male growin' up in the middle east,
theres no one to look up to
so violence comes key
as a result he's in Spain strapped to a bomb in car three,
he doesn'nt think about his actions
he feels what he's doin' is right,
so he flips the switch
and watches as the f**kin bomb ignites.

------- Author's Notes -------

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