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Come on kids grab your guns
Come along with me
Lets all get high and have some fun
Come along with me
Its all fun and games
Then someone winds up dead
Its always such a ******** pleasure
Come away with me

The silence drowns the fearstruck masses
All happiness is methodicly vaccumed out
And in a moment all your little disasters seem so menial
Now run away and lock yourself inside your closet

Time progresses, predictably, claustrophobic tendancies (arise)
The world unrelenting, why would you even leave your house?
Cant escape it now you run, surgical tools of global cleansing
Now put on a comical mask and let the disinfection
Commence

Consumors Dethroned

So
As I slowly bring you to the ruin so slowly encroaching
Fool, you find it useful to beg for your life But
You are but the first of my blasphemous endevours
Swallow pride, Facist values, better your society

Now, let the choosing ensue
March, March, Left, Right
Slowly nooses, carefully fashioned
Round the throats of sobbing masses
Mark of the iris cut into palms and
etched into eyelids, vision taken
heinous smell of incineration
ensures you'll be clean again
How lovely
Give your thanks and
March