| Die!
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| Slowly you’re dying
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| From this contagious disease
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| Once you’re infected there’s no hope of a cure
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| Your passing is a sure thing
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| Your thoughts are empty and hopeless
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| Nothing is left for you now
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| Having to live with this terrible certainty
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| Praying is all you can do
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| It’s vicious and crippling and slowly your life will end
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| But how long will it take to save us from the plague?
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| With fatal convulsions the plague is reaching for us
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| God knows… What will it take to save us from the plague?
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| Contracted by blood
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| The virus can be in all of us
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| You’re one of it’s victims, but then thousands more
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| And they will not be the last
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| So many civilizations before
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| The mighty, the proud and the brave
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| The poor, the rich — indiscriminate
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| Soon they will end in the grave
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| It’s vicious and crippling and slowly your life will end
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| But how long will it take to save us from the plague?
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| With fatal convulsions the plague is reaching for us
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| God knows… What will it take to save us from the plague?
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| It’s vicious and crippling and slowly your life will end
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| But how long will it take to save us from the plague?
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| With fatal convulsions the plague is reaching for us
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| God knows… What will it take to save us from the plague? |