.Wrapped up in a suit of blood, walks a man
with a switchblade for a hand, his children huff more gasoline
moronic bomb expels to make us clean
When will we learn that it won't always be our turn
this aura of ignorance will blind us
Cut the umbellical chord give them something to drink.
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