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What is this hell? |
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What have you done? |
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Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth |
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The quantities were met and indirectly led to death |
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In the factories |
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Teeming with ripe disease |
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And on your bended knees you took it like a man! |
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Regret rears it's despicable head |
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All those years of ingesting the dead |
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Living your life with your hands painted red |
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Gross remorse |
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In this the final hour |
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Now that you see what you've done |
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The cancelled check of life and it's bitter taste of dung |
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The stress of consciousness |
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In distress and blessing yourself with death |
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Wolves use their cunning and stalk in the night |
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We use machinery to exhibit destructive might |
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They've only the skills adapt for taking their kill |
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We hide behind the steel and are slaves to our will |
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You, the consumer now consumed...... and by your product your insides eaten! |
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Quite ironic, don't you think? |
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What have we done? |
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We've let the foolish taint the air and land! |
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Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth |
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Plastic and mass created sewer spewing humanure |
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In the factories |
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Teeming with ripe disease |
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And on your bended knees you took it like a man! |
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Gross remorse |
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In this the final hour |
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Now that we see what we've done |
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The cancelled check of life and it's bitter taste of dung |
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The stress of consciousness |
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Death obsessed and making a mess |
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Wolves use their cunning and stalk in the night |
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We hide like cowards, with machines to magnify our sight |
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They've only the skills ever evolving to kill |
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We hide behind the steel and are slaves to our will |
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You, the consumer now consumed...... and by your product you will wither away! |
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And I don't remember us starving to death...... and |
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I can't recall suffering through it all |
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They've shown me some things that |
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I'll never forget... and |
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I'll remind you when you're on your death bed |
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This is the grave, this is regret. |
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LOOK AT TH |
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IS HELL!LO |
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OK WHAT YO |
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U'VE DONE! |
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In this the final hour |
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Now that you see what you've done |
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The cancelled check of life and it's bitter taste of dung |
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In the factories |
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Amidst the rats and fleas |
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And on your bended knees you took it like a man! |
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Gross remorse |