| Our suicide was waiting at the door
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| We’d clawed and crawled our way across the floor
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| The record that we’d played a thousand times
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| We’re still alive, still alive in our minds
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| We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones
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| We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones
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| We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones
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| We couldn’t find a way to save our heads
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| We couldn’t find a god that even cared
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| When all of this descended into ash
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| What did they do, did they do with the guns and cash?
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| We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones
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| We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones
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| We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones
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| We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones
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| We’ve wooden bones, wooden bones
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| (don’t miss the point here, we’d rip the gods down, we’d leave the child with
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| the hell we’ve found)
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| Don’t miss the point now
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| Don’t shut your eyes dear
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| Our time is soon up
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| Our days are numbered here
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| We’d rape our own world
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| And we’d rip the Gods down
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| Then leave the child with the hell we’d found… |