| Wish I had known that life lets you down
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| Wish I had known that everyone drowns
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| In a sewer just a puddle of swill and spit
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| And I can’t breathe (I can’t breathe)
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| Cause it all smells like bullshit
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| We came into this world pure and shining
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| And now we drag through the mud
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| Bitching and whining
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| As machines carry us to other machines
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| To churn the chemicals that kill everything
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| That was once serene
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| It falls on our heads
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| like the axe
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| Like the mortars
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| Like a righteous intervention
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| It falls on our heads
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| Like the rain
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| Like the pain
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| We’re the victims of ill intention
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| Denial and consumption
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| Poisoned by our own production
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| Tell me who do we blame
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| When the first turn up dead
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| And the children are born with disfigured heads
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| When the ground won’t produce
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| And the leaves don’t grow back
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| As the fires burn forever
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| In the lines of smoke stacks
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| Let the lights burn out
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| Squander the resources further
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| The droughts
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| Pretend they’ll be a solution as we drown in the swill and polution
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| Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow
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| All we know are the crims we commit
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| Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow
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| We made our bed
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| And now we’ll lie in it
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| We made our bed
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| And now we’ll lie in it
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| Are we so diluted in this septic tank
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| That we turn to plague and poison
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| Like a temporary savior
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| No whispers of healing
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| No help no warning
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| It falls on our heads
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| Like the axe
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| Like the mortars
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| Like a righteous intervention
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| It falls on our heads
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| Like the rain
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| Like the pain
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| We’re the victims of ill intention
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| It falls on our heads
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| The world is dead
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| Swing the axe, it falls on our heads
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| Swing the axe, it falls on our heads
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| The world is fucking dead |