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Holy and high |
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The engines start to grind |
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The shotgun speaks the final word |
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The race to the end |
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Keep killing all that you can |
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Beneath the ground what can't be heard |
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Roads paved in flesh |
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The bombs which have been blessed |
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The blackout through the doom |
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The race to the end |
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Keep killing all that you can |
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The casket which fills the room |
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Slither with the maggots and the worms below |
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Warped confusion, mental illness bestowed |
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An inward view, an outward pass is all you can see |
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Disillusioned warhead of reality |
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Gathered for the feast |
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The tables set for the deceased |
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How's the dead, no peace, no rest |
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The race to the end, keep killing all that you can |
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Doomsday calling 'til nothin's left |
