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Sent to the fields of North Fork

Looking down fields of shame

Two mothers being lied to

Two murders Big Ed's to blame

I've come out of the cold

Commanding raging soul

A spirit rendered useless

Death chosen but alone

22 calibre pistol on my hip

As I cruise the streets

Convergent fanatical progress

Consuming possessing the weak

I've come out of the cold

Commanding raging soul

A spirit rendered useless

Death chosen but alone