| The worship of inferae tombs
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| A communion of sycophants
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| How long is the line to our doom
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| Deceivers and lying chants
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| And goddamn you
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| You’re the shadows of men
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| And goddamn you
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| For it’s kill or be killed in the end
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| The numbers crossed lines in the sand
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| The pools of human rats
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| Their tails are twisted and tied
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| Eat of thy poison divine
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| And goddamn you
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| You’re the shadows of men
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| And goddamn you
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| For it’s kill or be killed in the end
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| And goddamn you
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| You’re the shadows of men
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| And goddamn you
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| For it’s kill or be killed in the end
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| The torturer slowly brought doom
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| Irreverent the ingrate laughed
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| Mendacious and full of black rants
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| Dark grins and knives in backs
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| And goddamn you
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| You’re the shadows of men
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| And goddamn you
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| For it’s kill or be killed in the end
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| Take what is given to you
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| Death surrounds you
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| Stuck low with souls for the moon
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| Death surrounds you
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| Black garbs, the hosting of two
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| Death surrounds you
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| Take what is given to you
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| Death surrounds you
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| Take what is given to you
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| Death surrounds you
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| Stuck low with souls for the moon
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| Death surrounds you
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| Death surrounds you
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| Death surrounds you
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| Death surrounds you
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| Death surrounds you |