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Full of grief I scream at the wind
Thought I heard the words of others
Imprison myself
And stay in a shell
I won’t let you in to have a story to tell
Things tend to drag me down
Don’t understand so they hate me now
My fear grips the will of stone
My grip fears I’ll die alone
I promised myself somewhere in the teenage life
I’d never submit to the ones I will not be like
Live in a hole
But stay close to my kind
Cause they understand what burns in my mind
I still feel incomplete
Friends are few and far between
My fear grips the will of stone
My grip fears I’ll die alone
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That entire album just kicks so much ass.
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Few albums are that consistent, start to finish. That’s what I like about Pantera, they got about 4 SOLID albums.