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I'm title stumped again, I finished this a few days ago and I can't decide on a title. I've got it down to a few I'm probably gonna go with the first one. Who knows this might never get titled.

- it takes a pillage to raze a village
- How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb
- A conversation had with self
- A duck's quack doesn't echo

(What a life I lead drenched in shrouds)
On the day I die bury me in clouds
(Who thought my silence would be so goddamn loud)
I get high because the worlds so low
(I wouldn't hit a woman, but I'll beat a bitch down)
You wouldn't believe me even if I said so

The heat leaks from your eyes
The heat leaks from your eyes
(Three times I have tried, seven lives, six on white lines)
You wouldn't believe me if I, if I said so

($20,000 a Key)
(they're looking for me, they're looking for me)
(Try to go home and press restart)
(I'll ride by your house park and out front)

(Searching this wasteland for the meaning I lost)
In this world that I left behind
(Red battles with blue, arm the cannons on cue)
Its necessary that we experience this stage
Battles don't end in bags, they end in shrouds of grey

(Who thought my silence would be so goddamn loud)
I get high because the worlds so low
(I wouldn't hit a woman, but I'll beat a bitch down)
You wouldn't believe me even if I said so
On the day I die bury me in clouds