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There's a spark in the dirt but I stand my ground Like what's it worth if I unearth more hurt Work just to shovel all of it back down Hellhound back to the pound Hell knows damn well I'd rather drown Before I break that dam, shake that hatred jammed My Name Is Mud not Sam And it'd flow with no method, grow with no septic Vibe check to my throat, you get it Think I'd choke until my head split Caught in the net no filter I need a sitter when I feel sicker My will to contain begins to flicker My war with myself I'm ready to end, ready to end Ready to end