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A blitzkrieg of grey swarms my senses, while I sit doing my duty... |
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As this belt speeds by carrying the bodies of those young past... |
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I can see them pulling the last bag from the boat... |
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It seems ripped from its journey, human dust spills everywhere clogging my lungs. |
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It's hard to breathe and this cloud speaks to me of memories gone cold... |
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One more bag before the five o'clock bell... This cloud it speaks to me of your end... |
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These bags could be anyone, they could be me or they could be you. |
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Murder from failure, crush them all, bones to Ash... Life to dust... |
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Give me the strength to sift these bones. I don't know if I can take it. |
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This may be too much... Save yourself from the walls that you are hiding in, it can get so lonely... |
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This is actual murder, can..t you see the change? Take my arm and run who wouldn't do the same... |
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Give me this poor child; there lay his legs out straight. |
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Help me bind them tight, and place his head in this... |
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(Walk die fight run)... |
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Hear this; let me grind him to dust... Let this world swallow us. |
