| Now It’s Twenty Twenty-Five
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| The Dead Arise To Claim Your Life
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| The TV Says It’s Martial Law
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| Outside The Streets Run Red With Gore
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| Nothing Is Under Your Control
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| Contrails Like Portents In The Sky
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| Whole Continents Are On The Slide
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| As Toxic Seas Boil Black With Blood
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| The Realization Dawns We’re Really F**ked
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| Nothing Is Under Your Control
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| No Germ Of Mercy In This Flesh And Bone
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| This Resurrection Will Not Save Your Soul
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| Shuddering On The Brink Of Hell
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| At The Beginning Of The End
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| Now The Abyss Opens Below
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| Nothing Is Under Your Control
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| Welcome To Armageddon Time
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| The End Is Really F**king Nigh
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| A Carnival Of Homicide
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| This Thing Is Eating Us Alive
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| Nothing Is Under Your Control
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| Is This The Fall Of Man?
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| Is There No Way We Can
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| Survive?
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| Nothing Is Under Your Control
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| No Gene For Mercy Written In These Bones
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| This Resurrection Will Not Save Your Soul
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| Shuddering On The Brink Of Hell
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| At The Beginning Of The End
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| Now The Abyss Opens Below
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| Nothing Is Under Your Control
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| Save Your Soul
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| No Control
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| Save Your Soul
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| No Control
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| This Centre Cannot Hold
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| No Control
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| Save Your Soul |