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Kill the Snakes - Trash Talk
Lockdown
We're falling out
Decaying ranks and pranks
Against my flesh
Death's finished ripping
And hell has broken loose
Decay's on every corner war is on the tube
A generation of dropouts
Is empty handed and discontent
The bastard sons of the revolution
What you see is what you get
Death's finished ripping
And hell is broken loose
Decay's on every corner war is on the tube
It's so ironic the weak will follow the blind
And rats will race while the master's away
Rise to your feet
Come line your street
For the path of the pale horse leads not astray
I wrote a song I hoped the world
Would hate as much as I hate myself today
But I'm still screaming at the top of
My lungs so you can hear me
Kill the snakes
