| Avarice and stubbornness
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| Converge into stupidity
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| In two we have begotten
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| Begotten our desserts and transform
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| As we become food for
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| For the earth and for the rats
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| I never forget a face
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| And this time, I’m taking names
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| This time, I’m…
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| Screech and pop of this hollow, this hollow shell
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| Would have provided escape for the fortunate
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| The fortunate I am not
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| As I have lived for hours
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| Dying image, innards are ripped
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| And picked away at by my «comrades»
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| Literally and figuratively
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| The teeth goes through the tongue
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| I am willing to die
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| For my share, I have died
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| For my share, I have died
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| If I wake before I die
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| There’ll be hell to pay
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| But for my share, I’m left in half
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| So I guess I’m fucked
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| Screech and pop of this hollow, this hollow shell
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| Would have provided escape for the fortunate
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| There were never signs of slowing down
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| As it ripped right through me
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| If I could just die before my children eat me
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| Literally and figuratively
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| The teeth go through the tongue
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| Am I dying or just waking up? |
| Am I dying or…
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| Am I dying or just waking up?
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| I’m in half, am I dying or just waking up?
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| Mass killing spree
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| If we all could just die
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| Before our children eat us
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| Like a train through a pigeon
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| Now I’m filled with empathy
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| Like a train through a pigeon
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| Now I’m filled with empathy
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| If we all could just die
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| Before our children eat us
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| A failure to move will result in your
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| (A failure to move will result in your…)
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| In your, in your, in your, in your
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| (Death) |