| I think I have answers, the world is a cancer
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| Our blasphemous mantras are bullets and blood
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| The sickness, the triggers, we hope idol figures
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| We’ll carry the buried souls up above
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| Made out of carbon, stored in compartments
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| We’re too bored to function, all baked in the mud
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| With no one to save us, I hope we can face us
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| We turn on the world and now we wait for the flood
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| Toxins, the plastic, the water is acid
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| An ocean of madness, your homes will all float
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| Can you vote for a saviour? |
| Oh no, what a favour
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| Think man is much greater, we’re the butt of a joke
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| So we line up in shame while we pray for ourselves
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| We say that we care but we’re happy in hell
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| I think we all know that we’re all gonna drown
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| We’re all gonna drown
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| We’re all gonna
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| I think I have answers, the world is a cancer
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| Our blasphemous mantras are bullets and blood
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| With no one to save us, I hope we can face us
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| We turn on the world and now we wait for the flood
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| So we line up in shame while we pray for ourselves
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| We say that we care but we’re happy in hell
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| I think we all know that we’re all gonna drown
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| So we line up in shame while we pray for ourselves
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| We say that we care but we’re happy in hell
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| I think we all know that we’re all gonna drown
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| We’re all gonna drown
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| We’re all gonna drown
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| We’re all gonna |