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all by myself

In this world

of slaughter

I am the enforcer

all by myself

In this world

of empty eyes

and dead souls

 

Beaten to a pulp

Eyes bulging out

Beaten to a pulp

By the enforcer

Met Zen

 

hitting it off

In this cacaphony of joy

We ran the world on our own

One gallon of blood at a time

pounding it away

like there’s no tomorrow

good memories

beaten to a pulp

i am the enforcer

 

Pounding

away

tomorrow

memories

Beaten

pulp

I am the enforcer