| So why are we dynamite
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| To explore in your feeble minds
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| To destroy the expansion of conviction
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| To fulfill our devious benediction
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| Demon flowers so shall be
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| The outlook of your disintegration
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| To be the destroyer of worlds
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| The words are dead in your mouth
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| The bonescreen of your believe
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| Shatter as we fly into your vision
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| Of rotten flesh and dying opiates
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| Lust to double barrel kill you
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| An but what the fuck are you to me
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| If not a measure of gang green
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| I truly devote my craving instincts
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| To more dangerous living than shell shock
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| To obliterate to truly see
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| To watch the downfall of pity
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| To see beyond to never live
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| To be the affliction reflection
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| And so you die tonight my love
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| For all your pretty sins
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| And watch the christfigure unfold
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| To pornography as medical advice
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| And then as we are dynamite
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| You fold your bleeding hands
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| And we walk in square blood meters
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| And laugh and laugh and laugh
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| Oblivion was never an option
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| Fish hooks in your vacant dreams
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| You’re lust part of our vision
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| Oblivion was never an option |