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Dead Cell
Born with no soul, lack of control
cut from the mold of the anti-social
plug them in and turn them on
process the data, make yourself the bomb
What is your target, what is your reason
Do you have emotions, is your heart freezin'
Seizing the opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nothin' but turn your fuckin' cheek
Dead Cell, Dead Cell
Sick in the head, liviing but dead
Hear What i said
Learn a leason from the almight dreed
Jah, nutty warrior nothing's scarier
Kids are getting sick like Malaria
Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of
Barriers
I'm telling ya the kids are getting singled out
Let me hear the dead cell shout
Dead Cell, Dead Cell
CHORUS:
Born with no soul, lack of control
cut from the mold of the anti-social
plug them in and turn them on
process the data, make yourself the bomb
Stop pointing fingers 'cause we are the guilty
Of clean cut lies, and a truth that's filthy
Believe what is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
I don't believe what my eyes behold, no
I don't believe what my ears are told, no
Seizin' this opportunity to speak
I'm saying something
Don't turn your fuckin' cheek
Dead Cell, Dead Cell
CHORUS
