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The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall J. Morrison AR-15, 100 shot drum magazine .40 cal Glock semi-auto Full body armor, riot helmet Yes, I'm ready for the show Yes, after all those years Being the good, smart boy Getting good marks Always being polite Pablo has finally invited me To the "Magic Theatre" Now all the Steppenwolves of my mind Begin to run, teeth dripping with blood Laughing and howling as they begin the hunt Power vibrates through me To the throbbing of the weapons The screaming of the prey Until all the magazines are empty And I'm left alone again Just the police asking the meaningless questions And far away the Steppenwolf Runs through the shadows.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
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The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall J. Morrison AR-15, 100 shot drum magazine .40 cal Glock semi-auto Full body armor, riot helmet Yes, I'm ready for the show Yes, after all those years Being the good, smart boy Getting good marks Always being polite Pablo has finally invited me To the "Magic Theatre" Now all the Steppenwolves of my mind Begin to run, teeth dripping with blood Laughing and howling as they begin the hunt Power vibrates through me To the throbbing of the weapons The screaming of the prey Until all the magazines are empty And I'm left alone again Just the police asking the meaningless questions And far away the Steppenwolf Runs through the shadows.
gary-gibbens
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
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