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The Death Throws

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It's the death throes of choice
That out beat your coward's heart
And the steady drip of time
That counts out your filthy guilt
If' I was sober you'd make sense
But I'm smashed so fuck off
Just cos' I hate violence
Don't think I won't fight
For the truth

Death throes of choice

In the twilight I perceive
The goat without a face
I have ingested the magic leaves
Into the beyond I race
Bulging eyes hypnotise
Tripping to agonise
Bad luck charms adorn my neck
My destiny within The Humans grasp,
Are you within The Humans grasp?

The lie I live to please these hosts
Is one their tiny minds despise
My kind dwell not inside their core
My truth their hell their lies a joke
I lie silent and almost dead
With one thought bellowing in my head
I'll never die in this dark house of guilt
'cos

The sword is rising
To the sound of dying
They're fucking liars
And they'll fuck you on truths funeral pyre

The lines of base on the stairs
Have sent me all to fuck
I can't believe I'm standing here
In Leopold skin and mucking up
I don't know why I'm here
I don't know who I am
Chemical Babby's racking 'em
'Cos he's The Human

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