| Shoulder to shoulder
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| Where the spirit which denies
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| Mephistopheles be thou my god
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| Even if you only serve
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| Un-fucking-surprising, in a war to end all hope
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| Depose the guards
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| Tear down these walls which shelter us from the storm
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| A thousand cocks begin to crow
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| And yet, we still deny
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| A thousand lights begin to glow in the night
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| And yet, we blind our eyes
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| The age of starlight ends
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| In lockstep with the gourmands
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| Who’ll lick your fat from their chins
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| If they’re Mr. Creosote, we’re not even a wafer-thin mint
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| It’s just lipstick, fuckwit
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| Ashes will be all that we taste
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| Pucker up for your fucking pig
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| A great victory in Pyrrhus' name
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| A thousand cocks begin to crow
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| And yet, we still deny
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| A thousand lights begin to glow in the night
|
| And yet, we blind our eyes
|
| The age of starlight ends
|
| Un-fucking-surprising, in a war to end all hope
|
| Depose the guards
|
| Tear down these walls which shelter us from the storm
|
| A thousand cocks begin to crow
|
| And yet, we still deny
|
| A thousand lights begin to glow in the night
|
| And yet, we blind our eyes
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| The age of starlight ends |