| Dip my quill in blood ink, write it down in red
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| Scribe the words «Happy Meal» right across your head
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| Tired of getting walked on, treated like a sheep
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| Don’t blame me for all the years that you were asleep
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| Relax, God is in control
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| Watch the dot, take your meds
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| Obey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery
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| Relax, God is in control
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| Watch the dot, take your meds
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| Obey my demands, trust my dog, shut your eyes
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| You’re dead
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| Televised mass poison spitting at the screen
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| Keep the masses deluded with fabricated dreams
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| Powdered God in a bag from the Vatican
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| I want you to fuck off as hard as you can
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| Relax, God is in control
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| Watch the dot, take your meds
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| Obey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery
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| Relax, God is in control
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| Watch the dot, take your meds
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| Obey my demands, trust my dog, shut your eyes
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| You’re dead
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| Heaven has burst open, now it’s raining bones
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| The chaos will erode you, breeding little clones
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| Born of a fallen rib from the monkey’s womb
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| Overcooked by cathode rays, evolved to consume
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| 100 percent
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| 100 percent
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| 100 percent
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| 100 percent fucked
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| Relax, God is in control
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| Watch the dot, take your meds
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| Obey my demands, trust my dog, time for surgery
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| Relax
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| Eating from the butcher’s slab, becoming what they meet
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| Restrained and roasted while they gorge, strapped into the seat
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| Bathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue
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| God made me a cannibal to fix problems like you
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| (Relax, God is in control
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| Watch the dot, take your meds
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| Obey my demands, trust my dog)
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| 100 percent
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| (Relax, God is in control
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| Watch the dot, take your meds
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| Obey my demands, trust my dog)
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| 100 percent
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| Last time was the last time
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| This time, you’re 100 percent
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| Last time was the last time
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| This time, you’re 100 percent
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| Last time was the last time
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| This time, you’re 100 percent
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| Last time was the last time
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| This time, you’re 100 percent fucked |