| Walk with me.
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| I’ll show you a vision of a world caught in-between.
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| The future has a face you wish you hadn’t seen.
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| Broken limbs and skeletons crawling through the endless mud.
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| Desperate children deserted and unloved.
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| Under the pressing of my thumbs,
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| something wicked this way comes.
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| with a hand in two worlds, you had a heart in none.
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| It’s time to make way for the new generation,
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| So sick of watching the world’s demise.
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| Go fuck your doomsday. |
| Scream it at the sky,
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| This is a call to arms. |
| Let me hear your warcry.
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| I’ll lead you to a wasteland riddled with disease.
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| This epidemic reeks of death.
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| Cold blood and burning flesh.
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| Choking on the words of conviction.
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| Hanging in the halls of extinction.
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| Will this be your prophecy?
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| Under the pressing of my thumbs,
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| something wicked this way comes.
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| with a hand in two worlds, you had a heart in none.
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| It’s time to make way, for the new generation,
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| So sick of watching the worlds demise.
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| Go fuck your doomsday. |
| Scream it at the sky,
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| This is a call to arms. |
| Let me hear your warcry. |