| Time to raise a simple question
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| Do you want to die?
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| But not before you’ve outlived the lives
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| Of everyone you know
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| And everything you’ve held close to that blackened heart
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| Or have your loved ones look on
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| As you succumb to total gore
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| Your muscle, your skin
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| Your innards nothing is wasted but the minutes, the hours, the days you could
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| have suffered
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| Straight to the harvest floor you go now
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| Straight to the killing ground you go to die
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| Straight to the brain thoughts of remorse surge
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| Straight to the gut, panic-struck, you are fucked
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| Do you want total gore?
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| Do you want total gore?
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| Do you want total gore?
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| You got it
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| Acupunctured face with the blades of a rake
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| Skinned alive, hung on the line to dry
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| Sinew and fatty tissue for soup stock
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| Bones collected for future fertilizer
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| Oh you thought you were on top of the food chain but you’re not
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| Humans make so many mistakes, defecate when we procreate
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| Shit-birthed onto innocent earth. |
| Lived to conquer, now you serve
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| Revenge sparks regret in man, your blood on our hands
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| In our revenge we reduce you to a bloody stump
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| Maybe we’ll mail all your parts back to your family
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| With a note written in your blood «It was your fault»
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| This is terrorism. |
| This is vengeance. |
| This is humanity in its most basic form
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| The vengeful conquer, the greedy now serve
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| Now you get what you want, what you desire:
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| Total gore |