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Curtain call cadaver, crowded neighborhood
The train just rolls on by, I bid adieu
Speak of evil, worship what you will
Come and chop their heads off, right
We have had enough, we want your flesh
We wait
The devil comes to town
Hide your kids away
They might find themselves a world away
Martian, there it be
Bring her brain to the sort your DNA
A pale white horse collides straight into me
We wait
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