| The sun has a solar flare
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| The earth just tilted on its axis
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| The demon lies in his lair
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| And licks at the Goddess Abraxas
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| Volcanoes long, long dormant
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| Send up plumes of gas
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| An India and Pakistan
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| Start talking trash
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| In these dark days, dark
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| Let’s walk to the nearest cliff
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| Let’s walk to the river
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| But there’s been a seismic shift
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| I felt the whole earth quiver
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| Let’s hold the party we said we would
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| I’m always whole
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| And me with their blood on my hands
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| And you with their gold
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| In these dark, dark, dark days
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| In these dark days, um dark
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| Your conscience is worthless here
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| Go peddle it under the street lights
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| The hubris of love you carry
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| Is attracting a swarm of meat flies
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| Brandish, brandish your weapon, baby
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| Sharpen your sharpest knives
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| If you’re not the king or the queen
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| You’re just a working for the hive
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| In these dark, dark, dark days
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| In these dark, dark days
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| Dark, dark, dark
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| Dark, dark, dark days
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| Well, well, well
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| The sun has a solar flare
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| The earth just tilted on its axis
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| The demon lies in his lair |