The nauseating smell of waste
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contaminated by the blood
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dripping for the knife
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of a hatchet man
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a self-destructive (cruel) act
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in the name of a god
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that is used to justify a
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holy battle plan
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It's going down now
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no hope for pow wow
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you can't expel the devil from his dwell
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there ain't no sanctuary safe enough
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no shelter built strong and tough
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to protect against this earthly hell
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Out comes the batz
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they're leaving their cave
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soon they'll be outta sight
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out comes the ratz
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they are leaving the ship
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swimming off into the night
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out comes the vultures
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fleeing human discommend
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in this mayhem of dismay
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there'll be no tomorrow
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this is the end
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and tomorrow, no today
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A game of sick monopoly
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polluted by the appetite
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for cash and to control
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a flock of sheep
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an atrocious quest for peace
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a certain route to genesis
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It's hard to comprehend
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the power of such a creep
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so it went with a blast
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no future no more past
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Out Comes The Batz
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| Nekromantix |
