death may come invisible,
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or in the holy wall of fire.
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in the breath between the markers,
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on some black I-80 mile.
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from the madness of the government,
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to the vengeance of the sea.
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well everything is eclipsed
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by the shape of destiny.
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so love me now,
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hell is coming.
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you kiss my mouth,
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hell is here.
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little soldier, little insect,
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you know war it has no heart,
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it will kill ye in the sunshine,
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or happily in the the dark.
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where kindness is a card game,
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or a bent up cigarette.
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in the trenches, in the hard rain,
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with a bullet and a bet.
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he says help me out,
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hell is coming.
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but could you do it now?
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hell is here.
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see the sterile soil, poisoned sky, yellow water,
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the final scraps of light bringing new tears.
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well wake, baby, wake.
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but leave that blanket around you,
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there's nowhere else safe.
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i'm leaving this place,
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but there's nothing i'm planning to take;
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just you, just you, just you, just you.
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Hell is Coming, Hell is Here
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| Bright Eyes |
