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FIT FOR AN AUTOPSY lyrics : "The Jackyl"

Just like a curse
A walking plague of gluttony
Ripping through the stomachs of the needless greedy

The rotting apple that we consume every day
The decomposing flesh that serves as armor for the hungry


We are ravenous
Starving for tragedy


We are war and peace
We are self destruction
We are life and death

We are suicide

No one gets out alive


You are nothing but an empty, wasted life
You'll never $#&@ing make it out alive


Prisoners to our pathetic lives
Existing only as guiltless parasites

Dead man walking in desperation
Waiting for a change
Begging for the end


While you make your peace with God
I wage war with the rest of the world

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