| Skeletons built to last in concrete
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| Like tombstones in these barren lands
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| Standing so strong in reflection
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| Against the pale grey sky
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| These suburbs are full of zombies
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| Infected by plague and festering boils
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| Foul scent of the rotting ones
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| The decaying remains of a happier time
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| Children of black coffins
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| Awaiting to be sincerely torn
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| Bones are crushed by machinery
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| Their dust will be spread by the storm
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| Inexhaustible crowds of graveyards
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| Condemned to a life of rats
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| Overwhelmed by endless torment
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| The ones above are laughing at you
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| Children of suburban wastelands
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| Awaiting to be ground into sand
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| Hopes are being crushed by machinery
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| Their souls are burning across the land |