Destructor
Every single person has a devil inside.
A weapon that can cause mass destruction
That does not apologize for any repercussions
He’s coming after your dignity
He can destroy feelings to suffer an infinity
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People say that he does not care
How about all the stares?
That try to take him down
As he walks around this town
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He can wreck your soul
Master Blaster, the title he holds
Another fix into a psychosocial portal
Another night where he is immortal
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People say that he does not feel
His heart is as cold as steel
Always roaming the streets
His ego thinks this is really neat
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Yeah, who is this daddy?
Is it me or just my caddy?
Or, is it Mister Destructor?
Driving my mind like a brake-free tractor
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Slowly running things over
with blinded inertia
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By Bazooka Teaches
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Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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