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Skeletons built to last in concrete |
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Like tombstones in these barren lands |
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Standing so strong in reflection |
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Against the pale grey sky |
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These suburbs are full of zombies |
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Infected by plague and festering boils |
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Foul scent of the rotting ones |
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The decaying remains of a happier time |
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Children of black coffins |
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Awaiting to be sincerely torn |
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Bones are crushed by machinery |
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Their dust will be spread by the storm |
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Inexhaustible crowds of graveyards |
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Condemned to a life of rats |
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Overwhelmed by endless torment |
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The ones above are laughing at you |
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Children of suburban wastelands |
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Awaiting to be ground into sand |
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Hopes are being crushed by machinery |
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Their souls are burning across the land |