| Faster than a bullet from a gun
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| Looking out and thinking only of number one
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| Respect written on the tip of death
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| Take you out, bring you down with every breath
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| Designed to stop you when you fight
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| Push a button, pack it up, it ends tonight
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| Nowhere to run, nothing you can do
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| A 1000 pounds of Flotsam just for you
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| Hide deep beneath the ground a hundred thousand pounds of instant death
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| Curl up and cover head you’re all but dead the walls are closing fast
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| Hide from the sound of thunder churning underground and coming fast
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| Once you have seen its eye it’s time to die there is no more escape
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| It can reach and pull you from the sky
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| Steadfast like a lizard to the fly
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| Has no connection to a rule
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| If you come up against it you’re a fool
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| No barriers no respect or fear
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| When it’s there, you’ll wish you were here
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| Nothing avenged, everything is gray
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| Death, annihilation, just another day
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| Hide deep beneath the ground a hundred thousand pounds of instant death
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| Curl up and cover head you’re all but dead the walls are closing fast
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| Hide from the sound of thunder churning underground and coming fast
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| Once you have seen its eye it’s time to die there is no more escape
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| Once dead it has no use for you
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| It only likes to kill, no prejudice or view
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| Path of destruction in its way
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| Life, limb, or heart, whatever it can take
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| Run and hide the desert’s shaking
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| It doesn’t think about what it’s taking
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| Hide, die, play dead, whatever you can do
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| Odds are your life is over, too
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| Hide deep beneath the ground a hundred thousand pounds of instant death
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| Curl up and cover head you’re all but dead the walls are closing fast
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| Hide from the sound of thunder churning underground and coming fast
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| Once you have seen its eye it’s time to die there is no more escape |