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You wanna
You wanna
Kill that fickle soul
I hear ya
Ya callin
For what ya really need
A little
A tiny

Touch of my soul
Man I feel ya crawlin
Reap what you sow
As I wander closely

Ya soul
I feel it′s
Reachin for a
Ya eyes
I feel em
They seekin for a


You wanna
You wanna
Kill that fickle soul
I hear ya
Ya callin
For what ya really need
A little
A tiny

Touch of my
Soul
Man I feel ya crawlin
Reap what you sow
As I wander closely

Ya mind
I hear it
It's yearnin for
Ya soul
I feel it′s
Reachin for a
Ya eyes
I feel em
They seekin for a

You wanna
You wanna
Kill that fickle soul

Shake em
Shake em


There is a type of kind
I feel
Fell on a parted line
Distorted

Future like mind
You wanna live
To see the day man decides
He's distorted

Feeble design
His soul divides
Turning away from
Where he started

To think
The fun
The touch
The rush
The jump
The stretch
To reach
The ram

You feel
Tonight
The touch
The rush
The touch
The rush
To reach the ram

The touch
The rush
The reach the ram

You wanna
A taste of what
You missin
And I do live
Live for that
A taste of what's won

To think
The fun
The touch
The rush
The jump
The stretch
To reach the ram
You feel
Tonight
The touch
The rush
The jump
The stretch
The light
The ram