Sun goes down, bodies on the ground. Swollen
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with pus, I shall further expound. As the
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vultures swirl, the batons twirl. We've come
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for your entrails. And now it's time for death.
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And now it's time, Death's mime is rhymed...
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Sun comes up bloody pulp. People of your
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planet all writhe in muck. Life's a piece of shit,
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you are living it. You deserve no less than death.
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Time for death, it's to the left. I've gotta smash
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my chin 'till I gotta cleft. Time for death, there's
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nothing left. I'm gonna rape your world, gonna go
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suck cock...And now it's time for death. Your
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nipples, expose your breasts. I'll burrow deep into
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your chest...Ahh
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There's no sun, just a human slum. Leaders
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of your people acting really dumb. Flies with
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the eyes, guys with the thighs, keeping a watch
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on Bilko's pies...
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And now it's time for DEATH...
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Time For Death
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| Gwar |
