Goodbye cruel world..
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Of this shape a star of five
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Also happens to the one with six sides
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Against the sun and against the moon
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I warn you that these two combined
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Will bring man¡¯s doom
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Of ten horns and seven heads
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Count your fingers and the continents
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On your forehead or in your right hand
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This new moral code that the media commands
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Believe not in their clever words
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Because faith inact(ed) are the loudest heard
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All these things I say are true
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Understood sadly by a chosen few
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April 2029 the final time The end my friend is not near
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Thr hour in fact is quite here when the moon becomes red
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To guide the living dead
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This means God¡¯s turned his back on you
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It¡¯s a Friday 13th of course You won¡¯t live to see noon
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I am a prophet of doom
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So now the star has fallen Washing away the seas
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The seventh seal¡¯s been opened It¡¯s raining your fears
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Are you paranoid The coming asteroid
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Has got your name tattooed on it
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This stone¡¯s called Apophis
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It brings Apocalypse
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I am a prophet of doom
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Speak the name of He Created thee all to be
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Which should not be spoken No laws broken
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Now life and love the stars above
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Which fall upon the all that worship the beast
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Influence ceased
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My faith is an ember Burning ever
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Working towards a greater reward Serving my lured
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Built his home upon the rock Not of the flock
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But coming as a shepherd Guarding his heard
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My soul¡¯s on fire
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The Profit Of Doom
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Type O Negative |