Volume 8: The Threat Is Real Lyrics - 1998

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Now you see me now you don't
Go before i am the goat
You get away with murder, kill me when you're through
Do i have to give up me, to be loved by you
From the smallest taste i use
From the smallest taste i lose
Won't you crush on me, crush on
Pile your dead on top of me
Tape my eyes so i can't see
I've been waiting for today
I can't touch you when you're far away
Nothing makes me feel this way
Except hate but that fades away