| They call me mad,
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| The silence is so dread
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| Alas, in '87, my grand invasion failed
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| I’ll tame, you’ll beg,
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| Time is right for evil plan
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| I’ll tame, you’ll beg,
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| Made a deal with Satan
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| The lord of hell has tried invent the world
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| Without you, our wipe-out, the low of purity
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| Can’t make a world dominion
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| R.I.B. |
| (Rest in beer)!
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| My latter lab professor
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| Who’s effort sang to me There are humans scar the supper
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| R.I.B. |
| (Rest in beer)!
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| Soon my idea has taught mankind to fear
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| The end crack off my bad bruise
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| Intravenous formula.
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| Spread out for free
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| Spreading out just like breed.
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| Spread out for free
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| Unity disappear
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| Death longs to fly this emptiness good-bye
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| Without you, our wipe-out, the low of purity
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| Can’t make a world dominion
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| R.I.B. |
| (Rest in beer)!
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| My latter lab professor
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| Who’s effort sang to me There are humans scar the supper
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| R.I.B. |
| (Rest in beer)!
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| All the martyrs shall obey me And the madness shows to hell
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| In the morning, sun is rising
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| And the life of martyrs ends.
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| Without you, our wipe-out, the low of purity
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| Can’t make a world dominion
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| R.I.B. |
| (Rest in beer)!
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| My latter lab professor
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| Who’s effort sang to me There are humans scar the supper
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| R.I.B. |
| (Rest in beer)! |