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I've got the fuel in my head
From the flesh I need to break sweat
I've got the fuel and I might get offensive
I might be some threat
Want backdoors, want blood on the sheets again
Give me backdoors, give me blood on sheets again
I feel the fuel like a thorn cuts in deep
I want to see cheap
Like a rose on the bed without scent
