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Someday soon
They will break you
They will pull out your teeth
And lift up your fingernails
And where will your God be then?

Someday soon
They will beat you
They will cut off your cock
And make your children watch
Cause you're a wretched heathen

And you'll curse
And you'll curse
Your family name
And you'll spit at the skies
Towards which you once prayed
And you'll play, you'll play
Their trecherous game
And it's a shame
It's a damn, damn shame
That the body is so
Sensitive

You say what they want you to say
It's only human
It's only human
You will spill your secrets after pain
It's only human
It's only human

Bright
Death is bright
Death is the only heaven
We have in this life

Your boss
With three commas
Is making snuff films
With your daughters
Dump their bodies
In the town water
That bleed into
Ocean of trauma

And they dream
Everything we see
And they speak
Everything we read

Death before dishonor
And other
Stupid fucking motos

And thery dream
Everything we see
And they speak
Everything we read

New Gods
Killing old Gods
Leaving their bodies
Letting them rot
Stitching their laws
Into your arms
Stitching them raw
With no pain blockers
Hogs
Feed em' the world
Feed em' the sun
Feed em' the stars
Feed em' the cosmos
Feed em' it all

I'll do anything
You say

They sent your mom
To the firing squad

And now she's gone
Fucking gone
So you're a son of a gunned
Such a son of a gunned
She's fucking gone
She's gone

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