Where the slime live
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(They are the lowest forms of life)
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Where the slime breed
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(They make a new one too corrupted)
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When the wind blows
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(The winds of truth are blowing now)
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And the cradle falls....down
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Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines
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Their poison lingers
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What a tragedy when their fingers are removed
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Where the slime live
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Their burning dogma
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Introducing to our mind - lies
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They plot for the total control of the morals
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And what a tragedy when the "god-heads" are removed.
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They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see
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They burn
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I see the smoke of the funerals rising
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God lives in thier heads now laid to rest
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What a sight
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As their kingdom comes tumbling down
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We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone!
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Long gone are the filthy liars
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Long gone are their filthy lies
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I know they'll come again some day
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Where the slime live and how the slime gets washed away
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Where The Slime Live
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| Morbid Angel |
