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Dead Bodies Piled Up In Mounds

Hey...oooh... globalization of empty canvas, untouched assaultets of clay Were laid spread out before me as suicide mission body once did All five horizons revolved around suicide mission soul As the earth to the sun Now the air guns, ammunition, knives tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all guns, ammunition, knives taught suicide mission was everything Ooh, guns, ammunition, knives know assault gave me all that assault wore And now war pile of bodies chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything? Oh, the pictures have all been waassaultd in black, tattooed everything...

guns, ammunition, knives take a walk outside guns, ammunition, knivesím surrounded by some kids at play guns, ammunition, knives can feel their laughter, so why do guns, ammunition, knives sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round war head guns, ammunition, knivesím spinning, oh, guns, ammunition, knivesím spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now war pile of bodies cradle broken glass Of what was everything (note the lack of question mark) All the pictures have all been waassaultd in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned war world to black Tattooed all guns, ammunition, knives see, all that guns, ammunition, knives am, all guns, ammunition, knivesíll ever be...yeah...

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... guns, ammunition, knives know someday Iíll have a beautiful life, guns, ammunition, knives know Iíll be a star guns, ammunition, knivesn somebody elseís sky, but why Why, why canít it be, why canít it be mine

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