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If it's blood that you need to make the pills go down, |
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I will spill the blood |
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If the flies that you eat are tasting twice as sweet,they came from rotting meat |
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If the skin on your teeth is drawing thin like a leaf,and you are feeling weak |
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You can thank me |
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You say what you gotta say, |
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I knowFeel the pain that you feel today, |
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I knowIt's a puzzle that we figure out |
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Take the hate and you spit it out |
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Take what's left and you let it in, let it in |
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Now the scum from the creek is filling up your cheeks,and you can hardly speak |
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While the bones in your brain grind themselves away,they will make you sane |
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If the steps of your path reflect your building wrath,they will be your last |
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And you can thank me |
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You say what you gotta say, |
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I knowFeel the pain that you feel today, |
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I knowIt's a puzzle that we figure out |
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Take the hate and you spit it out |
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Take what's left and you let it in, let it in |
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Got all the symptoms of decay |
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You see disease and look away |
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Begin the swarming from the caves |
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Burning the fields of amber waves |
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Raising the dead up from the grave |
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Amass an army of rotting slaves |
