| It’s time we harvest the garden
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| It’s time we feed these pyres their meat
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| It’s time we rise with new vengeance
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| It’s time we end this hypocracy
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| Sooner or everything’s ending
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| Until we’re all together, deceased
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| Live your lobotomy, reclaim your brain
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| Or you have suicided your dreams
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| Imperfections are what tear us apart
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| Breaking down your needs,
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| Closing your eyes to the sadness that we see
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| Closing our eyes to the sadness,
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| Cleansing our soul to this tragic
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| The way you want, the kill, the hunt
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| So f--k the c-nt and everything that
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| Comes along with it You motherf--kers better run and hide
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| And try to buy your way out of this s--t, yeah!
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| Such a tragedy
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| Closing our eyes to the sadness,
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| Slowly drifting, down to madness
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| And I can swear
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| I’ve been there, before
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| To cleanse your weakness |