And when they said this wasnĄ¯t worth its weight in gold
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We chose to clench our fists and spit in their eyes
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Turn a deaf ear, a blind eye
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To all the vultures looking for their chance to pick at our bones
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A plague, disease
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Breaking us down
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Cancer, Red Death
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ItĄ¯s in our bloodstream eating us alive
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The poison pours down on us from high above
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And seeps in through our skin
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Ravaging our insides
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With every antidote we try and each disaster we avert
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We only add to the price we pay
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We only add to the price we put on our heads
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Scratch us, scratch us till we bleed
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Inject the venom straight into our open wounds
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A plague, disease, cancer, Red Death
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Infected one by one
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Infected
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| This Is Hell |
