Welcome to your life of concentration
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The killing has just begun
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Another disposable creation
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There is no place to run
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Electrodes are attached around your body
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Needles are injected in your skin
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Disrupted life expectancy
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No spirit, no soul, no sin
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[Chorus:]
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Instruments of death are cutting through your mind
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Exposing a disease you thought was hard to find
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No one ever said that life would be so kind
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With instruments of death
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As part of this routine examination
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He'll force you to relax and to unwind
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Slicing into your imagination
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All positive emotions left behind
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Behold - The deadly doctor's scalpel
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As it cuts into your brain
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A victim of worthless anesthesia
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You die in pain - no gain
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[Chorus x2]
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Instruments Of Death
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| Faith Or Fear |
