| Murder the day, ring in the night
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| As I unfold my death bed down on the muddy ground
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| This soil is tainted
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| Every seeping wound unattended, infected
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| From the toils of man and his damning hand
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| A king has only to fall
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| Weakening legs are breaking down
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| Punished, diseased, taking a toll
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| Once we are freed, we’ll starve again, instinctive mutation
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| Once we are bled, they’ll start again, unnatural burden
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| Here in the garden
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| We know not what we do
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| Made to lie in pastures of filth
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| Left to die, guilty of nothing
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| If we were promised heaven
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| Then why are we in hell?
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| Murder the day, ring in the night
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| Screams slip through the door from the torture floor
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| This room to be a cemented tomb
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| Scraping raw my feet upon the bloodiest concrete
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| Death looms since conceived in the womb
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| Ever so slowly
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| Slows to a crawl on hands and knees and all
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| Dehumanization of a totally pathetic species (evolved feces)
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| Justified hatred for you humans
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| Justified vengeance on your worthless lives
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| Justified hatred for you humans
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| Justified vengeance on your worthless lives
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| Once we are freed, we’ll starve again, instinctive mutation
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| Once we are bled, they’ll start again, unnatural burden |