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Something's coming |
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I hear the thunder of a heart beat |
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A lunatic he starts to speak |
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And there is a stench on the winds |
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As something hateful starts to sing |
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Something's coming |
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But I don't know what it is |
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Maybe someone's bloody fist |
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As their bile starts to spray |
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From the cracked lips of yesterday |
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With head to heaven and heart to hell |
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Reason slaughtered and love repelled |
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With murderous banners have come alive |
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They scream one mantra; it's good to die |
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The doomed and the damned they start to sway |
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The viscous and the mad to chant and slay |
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Do you run for cover or take a change |
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Do you play dead or do you advance |
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Something's coming |
