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FAILURE

Before you even started, it was over

Head down, sad frown, you could be a circus clown

The local headline, failure on the horizon

No doubt, you're out, out of touch with reality

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Weaponized, ready for a battle, you're the only one there

Victimized, your fantasy extraordinaire

Realized, this may be your only way out

A flash of light, a bullet right between the eyes

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Failure is your calling card

It's your modus operandi

Daddy's little boy has gone avant garde

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Rooftop with a rifle, not dressed like a man

Random, bedlam, death by your hand

Cornered by the 5-0, game over

Locked up, too late, restart the gun debate

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Failure is your calling card

It's your modus operandi

Daddy's little boy has gone avant garde

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Failure by the government

It's their modus operandi

Congress has gone avant garde

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