In enemy territory. Writhing in pain. Cries in the dark. If you're lucky never be seen again. When the blip on the radar goes dark and the clouds cover the stars. Shit just doesn't slip through the cracks or through my hands. Behind my back. Time not promised. Grind you honest . Search party. Send the search party out. Seek the rogue motherfuckers out. Hunted by dogs. Writhing in pain. Cries in the dark. If you're lucky never to be seen again. When there is nowhere else to look we still search. A light in the dark.
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