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• Artiste: Fit For An Autopsy
• Titre: Murder In The First
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Dear devil, we tried to move them We had all the facts They just overruled them Slaves to the gods they see in the mirror Self inflicted prisoners Alone for another winter, cold forever Take everything from them They are nothing but a pile of possessions Empty underneath the rubble Lost in their seflish transgressions Godless Bigot nations, cursed at birth Wealth to wastleands Murder in the first Pencil pushers and prescription poppers Take two and call me when you're numb Or when your mind succumbs Worship your workshops Like thoughtless fucking pigeons with your heads cut off Twitching in a foolish fucking rhythm Oh child don't look away I want you to watch the world die I gave up on living We should all give death a try Every last soul, cast into the fire Watch them burn alive Halos and horns We war the mark of the beast like a crown of thorns Halos and horns We weave a masterpiece of deceit and scorn Oh child don't look away I want you to watch the world die I gave up living We should all give death a try Every last soul, cast into the fire Watch them burn alive Dear devil, I fucking quit You can have this world, it's a piece of shit Dear devil, I fucking quit You can have this world, it's a piece of shit Every last soul, cast into the fire Watch them burn alive