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Lockdown |
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We're falling out |
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Decaying ranks and pranks |
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Against my flesh |
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Death's finished ripping and hell has broken loose |
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Decay's on every corner, war is on the tube |
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A generation of dropouts is empty handed and discontent |
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The bastard sons of the revolution: what you see is what you get |
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Death's finished ripping and hell is broken loose |
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Decay's on every corner, war is on the tube |
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It's so ironic, the weak will follow the blind |
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And rats will race while the master's away |
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Rise to your feet, come line your street |
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For the path of the pale horse leads not astray |
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I wrote a song I hoped the world would hate as much as I hate myself today |
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But I'm still screaming at the top of my lungs so you can hear me... |
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Kill the snakes |
