Out of the woodwork keeping hidden where they hide
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Par for the course the highest horse on which they ride
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The devils grin, illness is in so claim your prize
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Without the facts on track sumeratism dies
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I've got this chronic fever
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You'll cure me non-believers
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Still ill and rehabilitated
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By those sick enough to have created
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Symbols of sanity decreasing year by year
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Inflated vanity you learn to hold so dear
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Opposite, synonymous, withholding every truth
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I live to tell the tale for I am living proof
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Rats
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They're living in the infirmary
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Rats
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And they've been crawling all over me
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Rats
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We feed them in the infirmary
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Rats
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And they've been crawling all over me
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We're just part of the smallest fraction
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Not worthy of any reaction
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Without a clue you're overmedicatged
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By those sick enough to have created
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I'm not a stranger to the threat of every modern day
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Never got the facts on track and time will win this race
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Each tragic accident there's a hero in it place
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Your good intention for attention is gaining praise
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Rats
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They're living in the infirmary
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Rats
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And they've been crawling all over me
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Rats
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We feed them in the infirmary
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Rats
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And they've been crawling all over me
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Rats In The Infirmary
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| CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) |
