| Oh holy man, feed the Volcano
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| So, I abandon my call for reign
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| NO, this is not what the God’s made us for… little sacrificial animals
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| In the store all caged up. |
| Pre-paid at the door
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| Don’t wait up. |
| I’ll join you tomorrow right here, right now. |
| Let the weaklings
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| drown
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| Oh, let the water wash me away so I can live with the innocent
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| No, I’m a butcher, the bible says so. |
| In the kitchen for a cannibal
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| Oh, let the birds of a feather sing of the pain that the pleasure brings
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| Of the change in the western wind and the changed direction
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| In the store all caged up. |
| Pre-paid at the door. |
| Don’t wait up
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| I’ll join you tomorrow right here, right now. |
| Death to sacred cows
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| The ghost in the machine, I feel it open up to me
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| I feel the ocean swallowing everything, every breed, every being.
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| (Oh holy man, feed the Volcano. So, I abandon my call for reign
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| NO, this is not what the God’s made us for… little sacrificial animals
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| In the store all caged up. |
| Pre-paid at the door
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| Don’t wait up. |
| I’ll join you tomorrow right here, right now. |
| Only one way out.) |