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There's a moaning |
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I hear when |
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I try to sleep. |
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It's the sound of a drawn out tragedy |
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The result of centuries of neglect. |
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With no attention paid to cause and effect |
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And the pain gets worse and the screams ensue. |
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It's the world living with a parasite |
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It's the world living with it's own infectious disease. |
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Ruin is what you wanted |
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Ruin is what you get |
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Ruin is what you worked towards every single day. |
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The infestation reaches far beyond it's means. |
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The sapping of the strength has muffled all the screams. |
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Self centered beings play out self centered lives. |
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Indifferent creatures living in indifferent times |
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And the blame is passed round when the death throws sound |
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It's the world living with a parasite |
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It's the world living with it's own infectious disease. |
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Ruin is what you wanted |
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Ruin is what you get |
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Ruin is what you worked towards every single day. |
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Ruin is what you wanted |
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Ruin is what you get |
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Ruin is what you worked towards every single day. |
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Ruin, ruin, ruin, ruin |
