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Newspapers blow across the park |
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The last living dog somewhere in the distance |
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Gnawing on the corpse of the rotten planet earth |
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Driving your car through piles of twisted metal and dirt |
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How can you sit there and grin? |
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After all it was you who let the bastards in |
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No shame no remorse |
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You sold me down the river |
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To ingratiate yourself with the ones you wanna be with |
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Your shiny new best friends |
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It's not as if you didn't know |
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It's a means to an end |
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Too late to lock the door |
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Way too late to offer compassion to the poor |
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And still you look to save yourself |
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Don't keep saying what kind of God could let this happen? |
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We're perfectly capable of being destructive all by ourselves |
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No-one else needed |
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No-one else |
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It's the end |