| Not for the faint of heart
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| We give it a start
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| Adrenaline flows like nitro
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| We come to shake the place
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| To set the stage ablaze
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| We’re a six pack
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| Of ammoniac
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| Every ass kicked
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| No rest for the sick
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| We sweat acid rain
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| Sulphur drains in our veins
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| Exiled on earth
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| Condemned since birth
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| To deafen the world
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| Now you convulse, it’s getting worse
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| With every verse, it’s more perverse
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| Carnivorous, pacifist in reverse, we’ll drive the verse
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| But molest your corpse first
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| We’re a cannonball, surgical like a cannibal
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| When we chop your skull the shock is lethal
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| Then we stick scissors you’re the spine
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| To cut along the dotted line
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| We ain’t got anything to lose
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| We attack life a pack of wolves set lose
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| We’re here to rock your ass so come with us
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| If you don’t like our stuff we don’t give a FUCK
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| Sonic surgeons we plunge decibels like scalpels into your ears
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| Molten metal
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| Poured in the brain
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| Method to go insane
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| This is the drastic medicine
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| This switch is on, countdown to explosion
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| Total slaughter
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| No prisoners
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| Resistance is futile
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| You’ll join the other bodies in a pile
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| Building crumbles
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| Under skies that rumble
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| We’ll break the wall of sound
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| And burn cities to the ground
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| Now you convulse, it’s getting worse
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| With every verse, it’s more perverse
|
| Carnivorous, pacifist in reverse, we’ll drive the verse
|
| But molest your corpse first
|
| We’re a cannonball, surgical like a cannibal
|
| When we chop your skull the shock is lethal
|
| Then we stick scissors you’re the spine
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| To cut along the dotted line |