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作曲 : Dane Evans |
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The things I've seen |
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You’d be sick to your stomach |
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Desensitized to the things that used to disgust me |
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Try to right a wrong and you're an enemy to the public |
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Fxxk staying complacent, there needs to be some justice |
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Sometimes I want to blank my face and load that clip, |
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go and cut the gates, |
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boot down the doors, |
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tune out the screams, |
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put em on their knees, |
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click back like: |
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dong!dong! |
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Drop the weapons, or you'll get it |
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All this violence, time to end it |
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Wipe this shit stain off the map |
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Calm down? Fxxk that |
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No rescues will happen today |
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There is no help on the way |
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Under the crushing foot of mankind |
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No one gets out alive |
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They drop like flies |
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We have their names and we know where they fxxking hide |
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This is ecocide |
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What's done in the dark will be brought into the light |
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Destination: Hellhole |
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Population: All |
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Undesirables: Dead on arrival |
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All was well, life was immaculate and uncorrupted |
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Until mankind rode in on a pale horse named death |
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Cut out their deafening heartbeats |
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And we're just getting started, trust me |
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Hidden far away from the prying eyes of the populace |
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Concealed beyond the treelines true horror exists |
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Time and time again, investigations go unnoticed |
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Uncovering things that could make your skin crawl |
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The death toll is measured in tonnes tonight, it's all online |
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Welcome to the hellhole, trespassers will be shot on sight |
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As the sun goes down, the bodycount will rise, piled to the skies |
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All who enter here must die |
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Worse than anything I could write |
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Pricetag, Toe-tag |
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Bring your own coffins or join the mass burial |
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Bodybags, supplied to meet demand |
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Scavangers, picking at the scraps of life |
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Fxxking savages |
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I'd hate your guts if you fxxking had any |
