| Through the fog of this reality we march
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| With only the strength of insanity as a guide
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| But what to the inquiring eyes does appear
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| No reason or truths it is as we feared
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| They never existed in circles we’ve been led
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| So what do you do when find out you’re already dead
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| Put gun to the temple and a bullet in the head
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| A knife to every throat is what this world needs
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| Chaos reversal the universe unravels at its seams
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| To this blackened abyss the river of matter now feeds
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| To this final end the future of existence now leads
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| Drop the bomb cure the disease!
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| Only through extinction can the universe return to the purity from whence it
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| came
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| Slit every throat and bleed every vein
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| From out of the abyss hell shall arise pure hatred no disguise
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| Napalm the earth there will be no rebirth
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| Explosions abound tearing open the ground
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| An exit from hell the dragon has found
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| Vessels of his hate insanity come its to late
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| Festering like a open sore it grows to take in more
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| This is the end the final outcome of the final war |
| May the future be drowned in blood till its last dying gasp fades into the
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| nothingness of eternity
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| Now put a knife to the throat of life and bleed it dry, dry, dry
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| How do kill the species that’s already dead
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| Put a gun to your temple and a bullet in your head
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| How do you destroy the whole of mankind
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| A knife to the throat works best I find
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| A knife to every throat works best I find
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| Who’s face does life wear this time! |
| This time… this time… |