| So you’re an anti-social geek
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| With body odor, funny hair, and your breath reeks
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| You have no friends of which to speak
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| Now your mind has come unglued
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| And your trust fund balance is down the tubes
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| There’s only one thing you can do
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| Commit yourself, submit yourself
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| Give us your body and your soul
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| Enslave yourself and save yourself
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| And sign in blood upon the scroll
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| On your straightjacket stitched, the hermetic seal
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| The pin is thrust as the blood congeals
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| Your card is dealt and your fate is sealed
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| Raise the chalice and take the cure
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| Numbskull from the freshly interred
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| Your servitude is now all but ensured
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| Commit yourself, submit yourself
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| Give us your body and your soul
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| Enslave yourself and save yourself
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| And spill your blood for rock n roll
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| Now your guts are a foetid yellow slush
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| Twitching pupils dilate
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| As your brain is turned to mush
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| Solo Dissector
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| Metallicus Ex Mortis!
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| Reborn in decay
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| Metallicus Ex Mortis!
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| As your life rots away |