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You see this world as your own |
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You think this life is yours |
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I've come to break you down |
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You're a commodity |
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This flesh is not your own |
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Your blood is currency |
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The beast has drawn your number |
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Stand straight, fall in line |
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All of your prayers won't be heard anymore |
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Your blood has been programmed to baptize the floor |
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And your grave is just a hole in this |
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Cold dead ground |
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This world has died around you |
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A fucking worthless cause |
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The eulogy is written |
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The casket is burning |
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Begin the funeral march |
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Bend on your broken knees |
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They've drawn your fucking number |
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Stand still, taste the pain |
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All of your prayers won't be heard anymore |
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Your blood has been programmed to baptize the floor |
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And your grave is just a hole |
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In this hell |
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They've got your fucking number |
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I've got your fucking number |
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They got your fucking number |
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You're bleeding like the others |
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You're screaming, they're calling, you're bleeding |
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You're bleeding, you're hearing the calling |
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Bring out your dead |
