.My eyes are bloodshot,
Blinded from the foil,
Sick from the nuclear waste.
I see you rising,
Everything is wasted,
Now it's time to dig in and survive.
Oh you might as well dig slow,
It doesn't matter cos it wouldn't do any good.
Every new funeral,
.
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