| So what’s the going price of all the bones
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| Hiding in the back of the closet?
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| And how come you’re so bent
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| On pushing for the end of the world
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| Every time there’s a chance for it?
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| There is nothing to the trick of using gullibility
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| Of a rapture fixed to date
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| So when the time comes
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| You’re just gonna postpone everything anyway
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| Yet again
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| Didn’t you hear the puppets?
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| Demons are coming to rape our skulls!
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| And now the counting of our days has begun
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| So you figure yourslf quite the little buggr
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| In the butchers well kept keep when in honest truth
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| You’re just another one of his blunt blades
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| Far too dull to cause bleeding
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| It would be — all along
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| A puppeteer who deceives
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| You to believe you are indubitably
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| Just a fool marked by the beast
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| When fed to the Warmachine
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| War merchant, trader, ill fated tyrant
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| Unarmed to the teeth in a Warmachine
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| N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
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| N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
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| Soothsaying son of a gun
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| Fed to the Warmachine
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| Who sees the answer in an ultimate
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| Proprietor of Death as a Warmachine
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| Once nailed to a piece of wood
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| Now at the helm of a Warmachine
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| If to believe is to be saved
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| Then why are true believers fed to the Warmachine?
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| N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
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| N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
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| A-na-na-nother bulletin of doom — Another fight
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| Yet another pamphlet death Marauder
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| The one who just can’t tell the time
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| When encrypted in poor predicted rhymes
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| See them signs see no
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| Way out of this alive
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| Saving gracing in the sun
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| Where the lion and the lamb bites the gun!
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| Necrostabbing the corpsefinder!
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| The corpsefinder
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| The corpsefinder
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| The cordsefinder
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| So what’s the going price all the bones hiding in the back of the closet?
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| Peaking out when you least expect ‘em to dwell on the past
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| And when the last stone has been cast
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| God says to get what you deserve
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| Get what you pray for and not what you earn
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| If you’re at loss at the end of the day
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| Just tug up your sleeves and do a better prayer
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| And now the counting of our days has begun |