driver

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drive away, drive away, off into the dust
drive away, drive away, turning souls to rust
oxidizing hearts with your bitter reply
drive away, drive away, the stake is still too high

drive like a madman, each blow glancing less
drive like a madman, wound without redress
it festers deep, your anger, deep and undenied
drive like a madman, till hell itself is untied

drive off, drive off! ponder no return
drive off, drive off! the spittle's in the urn
rotting foul, rakish brown, death layered on sin
seething anger has set its stain on your drooling chin

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