they measure success by what I possess
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where once was a heart there's a hole in my chest
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are you satisfied?
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under filthy streets - subhuman screams
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in desperate times we live by desperate means
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are you satisfied?
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I said what I meant and I meant just what I said
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New York is in flames and the sidewalk cracks are shallow graves for this stolen city
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it's burning down - then sink manhattan and let them drown
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their hollow souls crumble against the best laid plans of rats and men
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I DARE YOU TO BE REAL
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to make your mark is to die face up on flaming asphalt
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your corpse will speak for itself
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To Live And Die In New York City
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