Bite The Bullet

By Knut (CH)

On Challenger

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Eyes fixed

Tip the scale

One of the pan falls

Flavor discriminate

Immobile

Settle decieve and decide

Just adds another bar to his cage

Eyes closed

Beaten and marked

Give up

To understand

Discriminate

Beam me up

Blindfold

My back to the wall

And my hands tied

Wait

Sweat

The fear drops