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A skin crawling process comes |
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Reaching from the grave |
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Through uneasiness and vengeful |
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Greed we must mourn our day and age |
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It's on the rise and it's always there |
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Creates demise as it creates despair |
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As we show the world in grievance |
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It answers every lie |
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It stretches truth and twists its tail |
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And it always tricks our minds |
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A disease that brings disease |
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Will be the punishment at hand |
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For dead welcomed truths |
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Revert to lies as only liars can |
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It's on the rise and it's always there |
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Creates demise as it creates despair |
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It attacks the world in so many ways |
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Skin crawling forward crawling |
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Forward towards the grave |
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Let me paint you a picture of a bright |
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Unscathed new world |
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Where mankind would live in joyous |
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Peace and cherish his life on Earth |
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Our children would play in safety |
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And real love would own our hearts |
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True sincerity lives away from greed |
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And killing's not just a word |
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But this is not the case |
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For I've seen our human race |
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Death, revenge as the sniper awaits |
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Its next prey |
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Fear, full-nerved and it's never, ever |
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Going away |
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This skin crawling process marches |
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Up and down the spine |
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It shows its claws, it rattles nerves, |
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It presents itself the leetch |
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It's almost undramatic for most |
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Have felt its wicked ways |
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So bow your heads and linger on |
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While sadness leads the way |
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It's on the rise and it's always there |
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Creates demise as it creates despair |
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It attacks the world in so many ways |
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Skin crawling forward reaching |
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Pulling, screaming from the grave |
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We're pulling dead children from sewers |
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As our hospitals kill the patients they serve |
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We're witnessing minds polluted each day |
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As we run from ourselves once again |
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But there's a miracle cure for the future |
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A breakthrough, a revolution |
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They've got plans for a better tomorrow |
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Oh they've got plans for us all in the end |
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Now let me paint you reality's picture |
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It's a dark unbending world |
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Where this killing's forever and the |
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Downfall of man has gotten bad will |
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Only get worse |
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And this is us today |
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For you too have seen the human race |
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Death, revenge as the sniper has |
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Claimed its next prey |
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Fear, full-nerved and it's never, ever |
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Going away |
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This skin crawling process marches |
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Up and down the spine |
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It shows its claws, it rattles nerves, |
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It presents itself the leetch |
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It's almost undramatic for most |
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Have felt its wicked ways |
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So bow your heads and linger on |
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While sadness leads the way |
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So believe in these things you are |
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Seeing keep a watchful eye on it all |
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You can trust no one friend or foe |
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And that includes yourself my friend |
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It's on the rise and it's always there |
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Creates demise as it creates despair |
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It attacks the world in so many ways |
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Skin crawling forward reaching |
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Pulling, downward to our graves |
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And it's never, ever, going away |
