| Break out the blindfolds!
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| There’s teens cloaked in sheepskin
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| And we are the wolves at bay!
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| «Put her to bed with the big ones and then we’ll charge them at the door»
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| The devil soon was a vagabond and we dressed him for the prom
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| And in the corner, sing filth hymns
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| As the next horseman will transform
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| Show me a swollen-headed hotshot son of a bitch
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| Who licks his lips caked with glory
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| And ghosts in fine suits will go dance with contracts in their hands
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| So alright I’ll say goddamn
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| The smoke and cameras will clear and then?
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| «We can’t surely lead them to their doom!»
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| «Yeah of course we can! |
| Yeah of course we can!
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| We’ll feed them shit till they’re full in their bellies
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| They’ll love the taste even more than the feeling
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| And if they build that tower it will fall down
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| Just like the last time»
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| «Look at them starving while indulging in nothing»
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| And now lying in rubble
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| «Swallow us all up we are surely not worthy!»
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| And there is nothing left to believe so they’ll believe what they see
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| «Swallow us all up we are surely not worthy!»
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| And there is nothing left to believe so they’ll believe what they see
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| The ballroom is alive with torn bodies in motion
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| The ballroom is alive with torn bodies in motion |