| Sun goes down, bodies on the ground
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| Swollen with pus, I shall further expound
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| As the vultures swirl, the batons twirl
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| We’ve come for your entrails
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| And now it’s time for death
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| And now it’s time
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| Death’s mime is rhymed
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| Sun comes up, bloody pulp
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| People of your planet all writhe in muck
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| Life’s a piece of shit, you are living it You deserve no rest in death
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| And now it’s time for death
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| And now it’s time
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| Death’s mime is rhymed
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| Time for death, it’s to the left
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| I’m gonna smash my chin 'till I’ve got a cleft
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| Time for death, there’s nothing left
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| I’m gonna rape your world, gonna go suck cock
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| And now it’s time for death
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| Your nipples, expose your breasts
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| I’ll burrow deep into your chest… aah
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| There’s no sun, just a human slum
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| Leaders of your people acting really dumb
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| Flies with the eyes, guys with the thighs
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| Keeping a watch on Bilko’s pies
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| And now it’s time for DEATH |