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Look around, it's all going black |
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Tons upon tons and it's breaking our backs |
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We're setting our course |
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Leading ourselves, one by one |
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To the butcher's block |
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We're sharpening the axe ourselves |
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Grinding it sharper to cut through the world |
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Touching the blade to the grinding stone |
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Hold ourselves down awaiting the cut |
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We're killing ourselves by running away |
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We've got to stop before it's too late |
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Six feet under is where we will be |
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Deeper and deeper |
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We're digging our own graves |
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We're sharpening the axe ourselves |
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Grinding it sharper to cut through the world |
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Touching the blade to the grinding stone |
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Hold ourselves down awaiting the cut |
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If we take the seeds of time |
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And throw them to the wind |
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To fall upon the infertile soil |
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The weeds of carelessness shall overtake the land |
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Until there is nothing left to destroy |
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And if we fail we can't go back |
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We can't go back |
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It's in our hands |
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The fate of man |
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Our heads on the block, is this the end? |
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The decision is ours, our necks will not mend |
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We're setting our course |
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Leading ourselves |
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To the butcher's block |