| We’re taking on too much at once
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| Tables turning, the traps are set
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| We’re sticking our big dick into the business
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| That hardly concerns us, he’s ignorant
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| We’re pissing off our biggest rivals with a shrug or a shoulder
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| If we’re going into this half-cocked
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| We’ll get cold cocked, clean clocked
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| To permanently kill yourself
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| To permanently kill your family
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| To permanently kill your god
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| To permanently kill the rest of the fucking population
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| Malaise, contagious cadaver
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| Indisposed of flowering bacterial death display
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| Some will cry that this is the vengeance of death
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| And only to death, no great rewards
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| To permanently kill yourself
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| To permanently kill your family
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| To permanently kill your god
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| To permanently kill the rest of the fucking population
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| Destined to lay, suspended like a fetus in the womb
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| Your death experience is common and sobering
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| To the radiating children of the dead god |