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Procreating the Infection

Beneath The Massacre - Topic
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When it all meets at the top All hands on deck Would be for themselves Industry of madness Suffocating the vision behind my back This is the end Nothing is more to be said As the last line evades the border This is the end Nothing is more to be said As the world's aware of what's transpired from behind But this can't be the end It's the first of a living dead In which I'll be an eye to lead Every time, every way, everyday, again Every moment, the terror of consequence Centuries of exploitation What does it for all the odds? Centuries of exploitation We're making a move to move All hands on deck Would be for themselves But it's all been said and done We create an environment Now we must pay the price Centuries of exploitation What does it for all the odds? Centuries of exploitation We're making a move to move But this can't be the end It's the first of a living dead In which I'll be an eye to lead Every time, every way, everyday, again Every moment, the terror of consequence All hands on deck Would be for themselves But it's all been said and done We create an environment Now we must pay the price Time is now solidified We've won the final blow We've had the number called All hands on deck Would be for themselves But it's all been said and done