This is a day when everything's sick
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My tongue's stuck, my lungs burn all colors are sick
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This is everyday, I'll impose it on all
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To prove that I am though I'm revoltingly small
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My person, my belongings, I break them at will
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No classes, no families, no nations, no ties
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I'm swallowed screaming by oceans of bile
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Feel how it soothes when you take to the skies
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How I won the war
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How I won the war
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How I won the war
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How I won the war
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I am what smells when you didn't wash
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I'm the remains that smell in your sink
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Your world's looking bright and I'm too weak to destroy it
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I'm too faint to be seen or else you'd enjoyed it
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This is my church and I, myself, built it
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I'm the last, I'm the last, Oh god I'm filthy
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The world will be the prey, and eventually it'll eat us:
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The power of the slime of which I am the phoetus
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[Repeat]
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How I won the war - You never did
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How I won the war - You never did
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How I won the war - You never did
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How I won the war - You never did
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How I Won The War
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Comecon |