Gave me an injury, left me to fight for my life
But my spirit couldn't take no more, so it died
You saw when I was dying
And dead in a pool of blood
But you never called for help
A murder, for the sake, of getting control
Yet when the police from heaven
Going to put you in jail
Now you want to call for help, obviously
Of course, for yourself
As you more and more, lose control
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