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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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TOXIK
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World Circus
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Compliments of The Omen
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>>> A CULT Distribution.....1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Toxik is: Josh Christian - Guitars
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Mike Sanders - Vocals
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Tad Leger - Drums
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Brian Bonini - Bass
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All songs written by Josh Christian, Except "Social Overload" by
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Christian/Sanders, and "Haunted Earth" by Christian/Sanders/Meryl
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Published by Roadblock Music (ASCAP)
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Special Note from TOXIK: "Stop the Madness: Drugs are no fun, drugs endanger
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the life and happiness of millions. It must stop, we appeal to the youth of
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today, stop the madness. There are better things in life."
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-'De Omen - BSP/LOL
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Heart Attack
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(As Toxik says - You figure it out!)
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Social Overload
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We are searching for the answer
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To our prayers
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The endless road ahead
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Is from our errors
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Overbearing powers strengthening
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Atomic fear of what tomorrow brings
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Burning down with fire
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Meltdown of the soul
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Threat of termination
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Social Overload
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Hopes and questions
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Running through our mind
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But it's a case
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Of blind leading blind
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Money rules the hearts
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Of men we fear
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But still the people do not hear
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Young men of valor
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March away
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Heads of state have
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Called their name today
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One by one they fell
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And there they died
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In the name of money
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Hate and lies
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Pain and Misery
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One day you'll wake up
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And life will have no meaning
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Except that feeling in your veins
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Another blast another line
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You'd hardly do it
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Your lungs are craving
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That cocaine
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Well, all your friends
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Will sit and watch you do it
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And when it's time they'll do the same
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You taste the smoke
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It's the evil that's inside you
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You know the winner of the game
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Oh no, can't you feel the pain?
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Can you feel the misery?
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Well, time goes on
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And you feel your body slipping
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There's no control, you're a slave
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You breathe in deep
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And be sure your hearts still pumping
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You ain't ready for the grave
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One more time
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And you promise the you will quit
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But today's just not the day
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Everyday you give that
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Same old sermon
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Still you crack your life away
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Today they found you
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In your room, your eyes were empty
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A stem of a glass clutched in your hand
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Your heart had stopped
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And your life had left you
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Dead young American
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Voices
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These voices in my head they say
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Just what they want to say
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They taunt me in my sleep
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They want me to kill their way
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Violent spirit inside of me
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Many voices yell
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From where, I can't tell
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They seem to come from inside of me.
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I try to shut them out
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But then they really shout
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They're ripping something from me
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Evil thoughts possess my brain
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Out, get them out, out,
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Get them out,
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Voices,##Voices,
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Voices,##Voices,
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Voices,##Voices,
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##Got to get them out
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These voices run my life
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They make me walk out through the night
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Vicious bidding I must do
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Insane, I snuff the child's lights
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Mind of death runs me now
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Fight, claw, grasp ## You won't know
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It's time to die ## Till its to late
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God's first law ## Wild eyed fiend
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But I defy ## Seals your fate
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Voices tell me ## Feel my hand
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How to kill ## Around about
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I'm their tool ## God please help
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I do their will ## Get them out
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In my mind I'm still here
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Unwilling monster disappear
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I can't go on with this charade
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From my wrists, blood cascades
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Free from them, they're finally out
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Out, get them out,
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Get them out....
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Doors to Hell
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----- -- ----
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On behalf of the unnamed soldiers
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Dies for their country in some far-away place
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Some returned expecting glory
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Baby killers got spit upon their face
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With napalm, we're villains, we're burning the children
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To death, Obsessed
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Put there by liars, the money messiahs, decay, obey
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Shoot, kill, good will, God is on our side
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Don't ask your task, do what you must do
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Your door to Hell, Hell, your door to Hell
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Open season for the fascists
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To test their toys out
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On this frail human race
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Some burned the flag
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And denied them
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While others marched off
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To save a nation's face
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Hiding in the trenches
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Their lungs filled with stenches
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Of death, Obsessed
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Most who enlisted
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No longer existed
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Slain in vain
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Shoot kill good will
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Christian soldiers
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Don't ask your task
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Do as you're told
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World Circus
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Ladies and Gents
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We welcome you now to the show
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A game we like to play
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When your turn comes we'll let you know
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The game is their world
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The circus is all of tricks
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Democracy, hypocrisy, cash junkies all need a fix
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Oh, but God can save us all
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Bow to his glory and now prepare for the fall
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Of the...
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World Circus/World Circus
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USSR and United States represent all
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Biggest nation, main attraction
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The people holding the bail
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Some small sweaty country
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Is where the first acts will all die
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Out of the air into despair
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That's how the circus survives
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Oh, but we could save us all
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Forget their religion and think for yourselves
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Once, and for all, before the...
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World Circus/World Circus
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Lights, Flashing
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Ash, fills the air
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Open, the sky is bleeding
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Circus, is everywhere
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Breathe in the air of disgust
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And it will make you gag
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Chemicals, they're filling the air
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Money in some fat man's bag the illness that infects your immunes
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And leaves you quite dead
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Who'd believe, who'd have conceived
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Our book was already read
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Oh, but God can save us all
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And if you believe you're a fool, and surely
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Will fall, to the...
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World Circus/World Circus
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In the center ring
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47 Seconds of Sanity/Count your Blessings
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The winter starts
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The summer ends
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Bringing back the pain
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Streets in the summer
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Are warm at night
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It's easy begging change
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But when the cold air comes
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And your hands they freeze
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The night it breathes last sleep
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Cringe from the frozen wind
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The end starts to begin
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Count your blessings
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Won't you?
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God's eye is still on you
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Times pass won't last
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You'll see!
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Your fate is here with me
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The normal life I used to have
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A dream from yesterday
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Kids and wife, I had it all
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I worked and then I prayed
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But taxes rose, we lost our house
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After fifteen years, Goodbye
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On the earth alone within
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The end starts to begin
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Now I have lived here on the streets
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An eyesore for mankind
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A product of society
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The average urban refugee
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My story's one like a thousand more
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Tomorrow like the day before
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False Prophets
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Deep inside the house of white
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Elected tools decide our plight
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If we live or if we die
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Controlling minds, robbing blind
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Moral crimes
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Beware, false prophets, beware
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He'll come in the form of a reverend clown
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And tell his flock to gather round
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He slays with his tongue
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And not a sword
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A celluloid jesus, a plastic lord
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For your dashboard
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Beware, false prophets, beware
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He wares a flag of red, white, and blue
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An ancient actor with a twisted view
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His final picture is final part
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His slice of history the war he starts
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Blown apart!
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Haunted Earth
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They are here to take away
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The visions of our future
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With their words of empty praise, of peace
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Politicians butcher
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You know your mind is bending
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With your stare so blind
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You're here to do their bidding, to kill
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All that's left behind
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We must always live
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For our earth
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Haunted Earth
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We shall never be
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The same again
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Haunted Earth
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Turn your cheek and they will smite you
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At their lords command
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From the book of forgotten prophets, you sin
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Sinners will be damned
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Machines of death will reap the slayer's harvest
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The body count is high
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Ten thousand souls are lost forever, in Hell
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Where no one dies
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The dogs of war are howling at you
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Can't you see the signs?
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The art of war is an ancient syndrome, of death
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For all mankind
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They raise the curtain of the act violence
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They take their final bow
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Twisting bows of propaganda, they speak
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As if they're proud
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PROUD!
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Victims
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Faces Of Death, 1, 2 and 3
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Murder and violence on film
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Perverted acts that infest the world
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Is this really God's will?
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Madman and butchers running the land
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With a cross on their chest
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And the good book in hand
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Pointing a finger at those who oppose
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Quieting the facts and truths undisclosed
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Hatred, all of that is different
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Victims, of the ones that you trust
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Ignorance, controlling your actions
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Victims
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Watch the TV, and you'll see the news
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The ends that our world is coming to
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Falsified glory, delusions of grandeur
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A true patriot kills at will
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Madmen and sadists make their demands
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With a cross on their chest
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And the good book in hand
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Dogs in high places deliver a curse, by splitting their
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Atoms, destroying the earth
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(c)1988 cDc communications by The Omen 8/25/88-72
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All Rights Worth Not Very Much At All, And Regrettably So
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