| It is simply not worth the price
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| Dr. Jones and his temple of doom
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| Bow down to those maggots
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| Of epidemic epic delusions
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| Virus Jones on his last crusade
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| Now world come breast feed my cravings
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| Your poisoned milk will breed my cancer
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| I bow down to those maggots
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| Blasphemers preaching a viral god
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| Rags and ruin of what once was human
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| Every word reeks of failure wether they kill us now or tomorrow we all share
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| that miserable sorrow
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| It’s me Virus Jones all left alone it’s the darkest of our secrets
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| I give my life just to keep it
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| It’s me Virus Jones all left alone either stoned or ashamed and the world will
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| not be blamed
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| I will waste no time hoping
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| While fear and sickness is beyond all bearing
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| I’d rather bow down to those maggots
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| While the stench of the wounded and hopeless
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| Leaves that bitter mark of misanthropy
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| BOW DOWN! |
| BOW DOWN!
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| It’s me Virus Jones all left alone it’s the darkest of our secrets
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| I give my life just to keep it
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| It’s me Virus Jones all left alone either stoned or ashamed and the world will
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| not be blamed
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| Let me at least praise my dream behind those lies
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| Their penchant on my misery was not plain to see
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| It’s me Virus Jones all left alone it’s the darkest of our secrets
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| I give my life just to keep it
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| It’s me Virus Jones all left alone either stoned or ashamed and the world will
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| not be blamed |