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Suicidal Tendencies The Art Of Rebellion

No destination set I daze along till something finds me Where I've been I'm not sure I cannot see, the tears they blind me You know that something ain

I've seen the hate that'll burn in a man Harder than any fire could ever blaze I had the pain I've come inside you Ah, sell the hate I'm suicidal Stare

: There's a place I try to go, so far from here I close my eyes, I try to, to disappear I look around in my own way But what I see I never, never really

: No destination set I daze along till something finds me Where I've been I'm not sure I cannot see the tears, they blind me You know that something

: Counting on nothing,the numbers get higher Blinded by reason, you're asleep at the wheel Confused understanding, with a slip for the hold Squeeze past

: Late at night, that's the time I can't forget it Sail the darkness but this ain't sleep Heard the sound, could it be I got the message But the message

: In this world without harmony Where there's no peace and there's no sanity I can still survive and survive peacefully Until that moment when you crash

: Is this the beginning or the end This is revenge, we call this mutha revenge This is revenge, we call this mutha revenge Best not be talking to me

No destination set I daze along till something finds me Where I've been I'm not sure I cannot see the tears, they blind me You know that something ain