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To rid the earth of the filthTo rid the earth of the liesTo will the rise aboveTearing my insides outI feel my soul go coldOnly the dead are smilingTo rid your heart of all liesTheir poison tongues, poison heartsBurning cold&Now let the final darkness fall"&The dream of the new diseaseOn wings of euphoria&Sucking terror from the needle scars&"22 years of painAnd I can feel it closing inThe will to rise aboveTearing my insides out

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