| The bodies still litter the plain
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| The water’s been tinted with stains
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| Your god is indifferent to pain
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| You all think you’re different
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| You’re not all that different
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| All of us fit in a grave
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| The bodies still litter the plain
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| The water’s been tinted with stains
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| Your god is indifferent to pain
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| You all think your different
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| You’re not all that different
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| All of us fit in a grave
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| Watch how I kill what I hate
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| The audience filled with the plague, again
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| Monuments built in their name, again
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| Toxins instilled in their brains, feeling ashamed
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| Since all you loved still burned to ashes
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| We reassembled and turned to statues
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| Gargoyles stayed perched on chapels
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| Search a surface immersed in blackness
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| Tongues are tungsten lungs are sunk in
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| A hunger lingers when stomach hums hymns
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| To summon something, succumb to numb
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| Running from the glum ribs drums to sunsets
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| Dead, says the little voice in your head
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| So you wrote it all with poisonous lead
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| Protocol for the fall, White Dawn
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| Where sequoias won’t rest, blood drawn
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| From an oil-struck chest
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| A world in division, war of attrition
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| We’re all so deficient, where are the victims?
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| Worship the warship that wards off the spirits
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| Sometimes reality’s worse than the fear is
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| The bodies still litter the plain
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| The water’s been tinted with stains
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| Your god is indifferent to pain
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| You all think you’re different
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| You’re not all that different
|
| All of us fit in a grave
|
| The bodies still litter the plain
|
| The water’s been tinted with stains
|
| Your god is indifferent to pain
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| You all think your different
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| You’re not all that different
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| All of us fit in a grave
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Bloody handprints decorate my room
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| I’ll never forsake my tomb
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| It’s a cave I was chased into
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| It’s okay when I break in two
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| When I crave to escape this gloom
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| Encased in doom with the craven few
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| Cagey in a cage so the Raven flew
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| Even if I suffocate from tasting fumes
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| Stay strained in the brain til the grave
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| We don’t stay in bloom
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| Black Plague
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| Ring Around The Rosie pockets full of lint
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| Black Plague
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| Fingers round a 40 watch me roll a spliff
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| Black Plague
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| If you stay sane, you’ll be no better than a carcass with medicated cold eyes
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| If you make waves you’ll be the center of a target, ready, aim, bullseye
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Black Plague, Black Plague
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| Black Plague, Black Plague
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| Birth to the ashtray, life in the fast lane
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| Look at what the crows dragged in, ayy
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| Black Plague, Black Plague
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| Black Plague, Black Plague
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| Birth to the ashtray, life in the fast lane
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| Look at what the crows dragged in, ayy
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt
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| Do as thou wilt til the flowers wilt |