| Unified in blandness, standardized to «normality»
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| Nothingness embodied in a perfect form of human zombies
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| Compulsively consuming
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| The machine is running, can´t stop the madness
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| You´re bloated and flooded
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| The brain stays dormant though the body´s acting
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| Enraged beyond belief — it´s the cross I´ll gladly bear
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| I think I´m going hatebound…
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| Three pounds of shit in your skull, you can´t control what is not
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| My hand it grabs you tight by the throat
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| I´ll squeeze out every last breath from this hollow flesh
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| That should have never been fucking born
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| From escapism to the carnage
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| From the putrid temples to the pyres
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| The modern age crusade, strike of devastation
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| Tonight after sundown we´ll raise our torches high
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| Without a tear, without a frown burn this place to the ground
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| Three pounds of hate in my skull, can´t control what I loathe
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| It dwells so deep inside
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| Only the dead have seen the end of war
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| And many shall see it soon
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| To rubble they will turn, in fiery inferno burn |