The fuck it was?
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Crawl through this life.
Trudge through the sewers,
Sweep through the sins,
Hunt, shoot and skewer
Those poor things.
Phaser to stun.
Thin ray of light.
Something like purpose,
Something like hope.
Down in this circus
Hold to the rope.
Phaser to stun.
Path through the darkness
Pictured on film.
Expecting the worst,
Plasmids a second skin.
Ammo the first.
Phaser to stun.
Testing the harness,
Slowly and painfully,
Open your eyes.
Debts paid in - fully.
Sort through the lies.
Phaser to kill.