I am my father's son. A mile-wide mean streak through me runs. What I deserve, what's lived gets learned. Connections cut, loyalties turned. Born to destroy. My knives are praying in delirious thirst. In cancer city I am the cursed, I'm at my best when things are worst. The sharpest tongues cut their own throats first. Born to destroy.
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Type A Personality Lyrics

Most Precious Blood – Type A Personality Lyrics