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Stop, and bow down |
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Let your bodies be sold to clones |
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Stop, and count down |
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Trapped in the wreckage of your own bones |
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A cigarette between dead lips |
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And your tiny hands on skeletal hips |
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Coil, you snakes |
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What happens here will seal your fate |
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Turn your future into dust |
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Fall, sole survivor |
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Sell your life for death and rust |
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Rise, ghost reviver |
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Strip, and walk free |
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Bathe in blood from a thousand young |
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Strip, and you'll be |
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Just another psalm that won't be sung |
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The silhouette before the shock |
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And your eyes bleed on black diamond rocks |
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Coil, you snakes |
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What happens here will seal your fate |
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Turn your future into dust |
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Fall, sole survivor |
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Sell your life for death and rust |
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Rise, ghost reviver |
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Shot with the lead from the barrel of your dreams |
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Guns have an interesting voice |
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Shot with the lead from the barrel of your fears |
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Guns make such interesting noise |
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Turn your future into dust |
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Fall, sole survivor |
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Sell your life for death and rust |
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Rise, ghost reviver |