| Welcome to the planet earth where reason and evidence exist
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| This is where I dwell amongst the terror, horror and death
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| Sifting through the waste, bodies on bodies in my wake
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| And if you’re searching, you better know the question
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| Desperation, validation leads to insurmountable guilt
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| A stock tool of my trade used to recruit, imprison, enslave
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| I’ve always been here stalking these lands since time began
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| I can never die, (die). |
| There’s no use asking why
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| Negativity — is a great friend to me
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| Hopelessness — is music to my ears
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| Objectivity — dies in my company
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| Emptiness — fills you for years
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| At times of loss and sorrow and grief I offer relief
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| Devour my words penned and follow the herd
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| Give yourself to me I promise all that you could want
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| A place by my side it’s offered to you
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| Play by the rules, you feel a fool, I will deliver you
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| Consumer of life and death I will devour your time
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| Come into my house of your own will you cannot leave
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| Once inside I infect your mind and swallow you whole
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| Negativity — is a great friend to me
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| Hopelessness — is music to my ears
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| Objectivity — dies in my company
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| Emptiness — fills you for years
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| THIS IS NOT A TEST
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| Control and power you submit to me
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| I rule the earth the stars the universe
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| I wield power indiscriminately
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| Who lives who dies? |
| There’s no fucking plan
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| It’s a craving to cling to this thing
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| Incredible ride who wouldn’t want to hide
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| I’m the voice in your head I’m not dead
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| The cruellest of jokes I am your hoax
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| Fear and guilt are — they’re great friends to me
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| Meaninglessness — is my stock and trade
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| Rationality — dies in my company
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| In my image — you were not made
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| Not Made
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| Not Made
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| Not Fucking Made! |