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The time for all the followers of doom is drawing near, |
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Deceiving no-one, knowing nothing but the bite of fear. |
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Smiling as I throw the switch |
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That takes away their breath, |
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I see life as an interruption |
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To the tune of death |
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She is the electrocutioner...! |
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Playing with my birds, I wonder how the world could be |
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A perfect place to sin about, for anyone but me. |
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I see the shimmer of the dewdrops as I drink my tea. |
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And when the foolishness is over, I am much more me. |
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I wish that all the suffering and all the misery |
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Could be consumed inside my room, where switches set you free. |
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*humming* |
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Where switches set you free, my friend, where switches set you free. |
