| Welcome to the show of all shows
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| Front row seats for the murder of crows
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| Draw the curtains, start the play
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| The cast is ready, join the fray
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| Dead men walking, trumpets blare
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| Death rides by on his holy mare
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| Triumph is certain, in the mind’s eye
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| Truth hides under limbs piled high
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| (The machine, of war plows on…)
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| (Never ending… It’s too far gone…)
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| Holy and gasping, horrified screams
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| Tears running down an, endless dream
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| Humanity’s lust, eclipsed by war
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| Apocalypse, knocking on, your front door
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| (The machine, of war plows on…)
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| (Never ending, It’s too far gone…)
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| (The machine, of war plows on…)
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| (Never ending, It’s too far gone…)
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| Holy and gasping, horrified screams
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| Tears running down an, endless dream
|
| Humanity’s lust, eclipsed by war
|
| Apocalypse, knocking on, your front door
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| (Oh oh oh oh oh)
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| (Oh oh oh oh oh)
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| Oh oh oh
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| (The machine, of war plows on…)
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| (Never ending, it’s too far gone…)
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| (The machine, of war plows on…)
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| (Never ending, it’s too far gone…) |