| If it’s blood that you need to make the pills go down
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| I will spill the blood
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| If the flies that you eat are tasting twice as sweet
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| They came from rotting meat
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| If the skin on your teeth is drawing thin like a leaf
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| And you are feeling weak
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| You can thank me
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| You say what you gotta say, I know
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| Feel the pain that you feel today, I know
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| It’s a puzzle that we figure out
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| Take the hate and you spit it out
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| Take what’s left and you let it in, let it in
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| Now the scum from the creek is filling up your cheeks
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| And you can hardly speak
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| While the bones in your brain grind themselves away
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| They will make you sane
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| If the steps of your path reflect your building wrath
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| They will be your last
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| And you can thank me
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| You say what you gotta say, I know
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| Feel the pain that you feel today, I know
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| It’s a puzzle that we figure out
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| Take the hate and you spit it out
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| Take what’s left and you let it in, let it in
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| Got all the symptoms of decay
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| You see disease and look away
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| Begin the swarming from the caves
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| Burning the fields of amber waves
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| Raising the dead up from the grave
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| Amass an army of rotting slaves |