| Ladies and Gentleman this is our swan song
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| It’s our way of telling you we told you so
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| And it feels so good to be right again
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| We brought forth our gods and flaunted them like gold plated children
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| Watch as the sky makes it’s way towards you
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| You can dodge the impact but the aftermath still finds you
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| This is when death became like cocaine
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| Breath in with your mouth closed
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| Destruction is creation of a more distraught image
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| The suits and ties have recommenced everything back to zero
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| As the skin peels back we will realize the beauty that we have destroyed
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| The outside will only seem as monstrous as the ideas that we have manifested
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| This is when death became like cocaine. |
| Breath in with your mouth closed
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| Destruction is creation of a more distraught image
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| The suits and ties have recommenced everything back to zero
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| Who would have thought that the cockroach would get the last laugh
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| Who would have though that the saviour would never come back
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| Death became like cocaine. |
| Breath in with your mouth closed
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| Destruction is creation of a more distraught image
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| The suits and ties have recommenced everything back to zero |