| I see it happening now
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| Ethics fade and morals twisting
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| I see it happening now
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| Truth decayed and conscience burning
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| I don’t think that was blood
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| Coursing through those fragile veins
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| It seems that conceit and hate
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| Are the only things that make it to the brain
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| Spit out by the heart
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| Pumping and hissing without control
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| The resulting product was cold and dead
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| Just another mutation at an animal freakshow
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| Spit out by the heart
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| Cast into the veins so cold
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| Put another knife to the throat
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| Of those laughing at me cause I don’t have a soul
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| I see it happening now
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| Ethics fade and morals twisting
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| I see it happening now
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| Truth decayed and conscience burning
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| Have you ever wondered why the god-freaks
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| Screaming at you beside the homeless on the street
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| Can never find the love
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| To give the down some food or a place to sleep
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| Spit out by the heart
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| These, the ones that just don’t care
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| A man falls to his knees dying before you
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| And you walk right past like he’s not even there
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| Raise your glass as the whole world suffers
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| Turn and laugh at the faceless others
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| Steal and kill and lose what’s found
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| Murder is what makes the world go round
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| Murder is what makes the world go round |