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Full moon and thoughts collide
We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blod-shot eyes
We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned
Those aren't tears,
They're just bad bad blood
Just bad bad blood!
No big surprise.
We get our clues from the ones who thought up they will conquer us
Are we too fucked to say the end is here too much?