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This is the end
Killed by evil
Will we defend pre-made icons
Machine guns grind us down
The last gears turn and fade away
Machine guns grind us down
Our fatal course is set to burn
Mass destruction
Our devil laughs
No election break the union
Machine guns grind us down
The last gears turn and fade away
This fatal story you won't learn
You've got sick aspirations
Ignite the candle in the night
(ordered the last incisions)
This candid slaughter of delight
You kick the candle in the night
This black hour of delight
Erupt the fields
Kill the village
It's time to kneel
No one listening
Machine guns grind us down
The last gears turn and fade away
Machine guns grind us down
This automatic hand you yearn
Sad for goodbye
Candle of night was it tonight
Time for delight
Wake up you'll die
Time for you
War, live, for, die
War, die, war
Dead before
Lock down dead before you wake
Sick Sunday mistake
Lock down dead before you wake
Suddenly I hate |
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