Hey there brothers
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the time is near
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you wouldn't listen
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now it's too clear
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power madmen
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screwed our world
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now we suffer
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for their thrills
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They made our planet
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a bloody waste
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something sour
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is all we taste
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poison clouds
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in ruptured skies
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they enjoy progress
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while your children die
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We let it happen
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we sealed our fate
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we're thinking twice, now
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but it's too late
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burning bodies
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with eyes that glow
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distorted vision
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of a life we've known
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Trail Of Pestilence
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| Saint Vitus |
