.And every soldier's face is burnt,
and it's a mask of withered flesh.
And their hands have turned to rifles now,
and they kill everything and anything they touch.
So watch the trees swaying in the breeze,
keeping beat to the butchery.
And every subway station's wrecked,
.
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