| My loyal companion how I wish I could
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| run far away from your hand
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| but married we are and together we’ll stay
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| til' Charon me offer a ride
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| Famine’s your name and starvation you are
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| Your presence my body has leaved
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| Your weight on my shoulders I’ve carried through times
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| No mercy you’ve given to me Starvation!!!
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| Hunger my consort!
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| Instinct of self-preservation my doom
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| No would I will inflict my self
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| The fear of the Reaper is equal your weight
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| I’m destined to carry your curse
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| Ny colleagues of famine through ages of time
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| all equal in your face we are
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| From Ukraine and China to southern black men
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| United in famine we stand
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| A slow walk upon the path towards the gate
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| a gate that’s leadint to Styx. |
| Leading to Styx.
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| I must walk with the weight of your bweing
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| upon my shoulders. |
| Until the end. |
| Until the end.
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| My loyal companion how I wish I could
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| run far away from your hand
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| but married we are and together we’ll stay
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| til' Charon me offer a ride
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| Famine’s your name and starvation you are
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| Your presence my body has leaved
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| Your weight on my shoulders I’ve carried through times
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| No mercy you’ve given to me Starvation!!!
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| Starvation!!!
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| Hunger my consort! |