| Step 1: Begin
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| Disassemble the limbs and turn up the sin
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| Step 2: Set flame
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| Think about what to do with all that remains
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| Heaven won’t take, and hell is the same
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| Try all you might, can’t rest if you don’t have a name
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| Step 3: Just stand in this endless display of blood sweat and sand
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| Step 4: Ignore that voice in your head telling you that his death
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| Isn’t enough, this debt he’s rung up
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| It can only resolve with his infinite blood
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| All you know is you’re done with this plane of existence
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| And though all you need is a way to escape with the treasure you seek
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| Deep in your mind, taking your time, thinking about what you need to
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| Get right’s driving you mad
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| So let’s burn this corpse of a man
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| Step 5: Just drive with the ash in a sack til you know you’re back
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| Step 6: Stack sticks
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| Pour the powder on top
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| Light a match
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| Take a breath
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| Watch as his corpse turns to smoke
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| And feel when the chapter’s closed
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| Then you’ll know that you’re done with this plane of existence
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| And though all relieved, there’s an anger you know won’t ever leave
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| Heaven won’t take
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| Hell is the same
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| That’s all that it is and it’s time that you fade
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| Try all you might, there’s no rest if you don’t have a life
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| Forget or there’ll be no respite
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| All you know is you’re done with this plane of existence
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| And though all you had was a match and some time to think up a plan
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| Deep in your mind, taking some time
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| Thinking about what you did to get right’s making you glad that you
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| Turned him to sand
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| God fucking dammit you’re glad that you’re leaving this land |