| Psychosis of the mind will be the death of us all
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| Your brain’s screaming from the depths of hell
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| Loud and ringing like a clarion call
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| And the clanging of the mission bell
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| There’s fighting on the left, fighting on the right
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| There’ll be no more fighting
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| When we’re all blown out of sight
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| There’s faith, there’s hope, and there’s charity
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| It begins at home that’s what you never see
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| There’s rich there’s poor, and there’s tragedy
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| When will it end when will it end?
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| Education’s what you need not a brand new gun
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| Ready, load, aim, fire
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| The devil of serenity thinks it’s fun
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| Gotcha building your own funeral pyre
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| You’re told to march, told how to feel
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| Hot knives, cold cold steel
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| Your cruel black eyes
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| Make my skin crawl
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| And I trust you
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| As far as I could throw you
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| You’re like a square peg fitting in a round hole
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| Live today, you belong in the past
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| Beating on your chest with your blind faith
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| Total a headless chicken, it’s a real blast
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| Not the only ones to ever see a disaster
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| Shrouds covered in the dust of alabastor |