| I’m flecked with bloody dust, baby
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| Can’t you see we’re on the losing side?
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| I know what time to dig it, baby
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| Tell them just to leave them all behind
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| I’ve got girls
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| They’ve got choked up, screaming when they died
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| They got fucked up, chewed up, thrown up
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| And in the dirt they lie
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| Soldier souped up, throw cuts
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| I’m a miner by design
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| I’m cloaked in carrion
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| Carry on, a camouflage of flies
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| I transmit good advice
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| Deep behind the vivid lines, I hide
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| Turning into rotten piles
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| Peppered over rival miles, I lie
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| Excavate
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| Perforate
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| Extract
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| Amputate
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| A lot
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| Entomb
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| Inhume
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| Sepulcher
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| Exhume
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| A lot
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| Atrophy
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| Empathy
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| Mortify
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| Cassate
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| A lot
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| Excavate
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| Perforate
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| Extract
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| Amputate
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| A lot |