[Music: Embury, Lyrics: Embury]
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Spit out the poison
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That plastic motive
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The soothing pain that feeds the hole
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A carnage path of one-time friends
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A stepping stone to personal ends
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A line that piles high
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An art of trend
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Champagne delusions
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Contorts and bends
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The seething mass which consumes deceit
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The frozen glance
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Burn obsolete
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All we are is section
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Struggling bindly through deception
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Section
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Napalm Death |