| A skin crawling process comes
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| Reaching from the grave
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| Through uneasiness and vengeful
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| Greed we must mourn our day and age
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| It’s on the rise and it’s always there
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| Creates demise as it creates despair
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| As we show the world in grievance
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| It answers every lie
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| It stretches truth and twists its tail
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| And it always tricks our minds
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| A disease that brings disease
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| Will be the punishment at hand
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| For dead welcomed truths
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| Revert to lies as only liars can
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| It’s on the rise and it’s always there
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| Creates demise as it creates despair
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| It attacks the world in so many ways
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| Skin crawling forward crawling
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| Forward towards the grave
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| Let me paint you a picture of a bright
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| Unscathed new world
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| Where mankind would live in joyous
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| Peace and cherish his life on Earth
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| Our children would play in safety
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| And real love would own our hearts
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| True sincerity lives away from greed
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| And killing’s not just a word
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| But this is not the case
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| For I’ve seen our human race
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| Death, revenge as the sniper awaits
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| Its next prey
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| Fear, full-nerved and it’s never, ever
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| Going away
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| This skin crawling process marches
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| Up and down the spine
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| It shows its claws, it rattles nerves
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| It presents itself the leetch
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| It’s almost undramatic for most
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| Have felt its wicked ways
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| So bow your heads and linger on
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| While sadness leads the way
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| It’s on the rise and it’s always there
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| Creates demise as it creates despair
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| It attacks the world in so many ways
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| Skin crawling forward reaching
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| Pulling, screaming from the grave
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| We’re pulling dead children from sewers
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| As our hospitals kill the patients they serve
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| We’re witnessing minds polluted each day
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| As we run from ourselves once again
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| But there’s a miracle cure for the future
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| A breakthrough, a revolution
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| They’ve got plans for a better tomorrow
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| Oh they’ve got plans for us all in the end
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| Now let me paint you reality’s picture
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| It’s a dark unbending world
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| Where this killing’s forever and the
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| Downfall of man has gotten bad will
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| Only get worse
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| And this is us today
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| For you too have seen the human race
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| Death, revenge as the sniper has
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| Claimed its next prey
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| Fear, full-nerved and it’s never, ever
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| Going away
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| This skin crawling process marches
|
| Up and down the spine
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| It shows its claws, it rattles nerves
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| It presents itself the leetch
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| It’s almost undramatic for most
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| Have felt its wicked ways
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| So bow your heads and linger on
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| While sadness leads the way
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| So believe in these things you are
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| Seeing keep a watchful eye on it all
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| You can trust no one friend or foe
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| And that includes yourself my friend
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| It’s on the rise and it’s always there
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| Creates demise as it creates despair
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| It attacks the world in so many ways
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| Skin crawling forward reaching
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| Pulling, downward to our graves
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| And it’s never, ever, going away |