We could all be under earth pretty soon 
Am I the only one who hears the noise in the room
When it’s silent as hell
And there’s all these people wishing me well
But I can’t help but feel that it all pull asunder
The rattling windows to the sound of thunder
As it all caves in
And who would win
When the triumph is naught
It’s like some disease that we’ve caught
That makes us capable to kill
And at will
The degenerate
Comes to pull apart the state
Of affairs and of the mind
I swore I would leave no one behind 

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