| Remember the virtues of old
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| Dare not whisper the name of this soul
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| That lay to waste all of our mother earth
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| Left his kind dead stinking in the dirt
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| Left to rot where the bodies fell
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| In search of heaven stumble into hell
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| Killswitch, it fells the finger itch
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| It calls in silence to the ending of pain
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| Killswitch, killswitch, killswitch
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| It is conceived in the minds of the same
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| To split a head to see if it’s thinking
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| And rush aboard a ship which is sinking
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| The human race has a common disease
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| Chanting praise of god with circus dog ease
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| Reverse the cycle of life
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| If death is tempting then hand them a knife
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| This life promised you everything
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| But in truth the dead knows nothing
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| Left to rot where the bodies fell
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| In search of heaven stumble into hell
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| Killswitch, it fells the finger itch
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| It calls in silence to the ending of pain
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| Killswitch, killswitch, killswitch
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| It is conceived in the minds of the same
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| Succumb all races of humans of earth
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| Enslave them all to death from the birth
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| From thy bidding a service for all
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| Enslaved for life until their heavens call
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| Once, twice a third time, kill
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| Our god he beckons this divine will
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| The faithless dead to honor our god
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| The faithless teaching erased from the earth, god wills it! |