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Fit For An Autopsy
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Children of the Corn Syrup
Human nature is the enemy
Reaper in tow Sickle in hand No gardens will grow On squandered land
We are all dead growth Reaping all that we have sown Rooted in your youth Buried with bones The secrets they keep Seep through the cracks in our homes Here lies your mother
Born of this soil Once famous for her beauty Let a rotting corpse Here lies our father Born of this oil Forged in the flames We burn with no remorse
Instincts Of the selfish To pillage Nothing left to salvage Architects of destruction Instincts Of the foolish To follow Liars as they ravage 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The fruits of a fallen nation
American desolation
We only shit where we eat Licking the plate clean Such a modern convenience A four course meal For anyone not listening Romantic dinners for two The parasites and you
Human nature is the enemy
Reaper in tow Sickle in hand No gardens will grow On squandered land
We are all dead growth Reaping what we have sown Rooted in your youth Buried with bones The secrets they keep Seep through the cracks in our homes Disgusting fucking human appetite Cultivating the lands of desolation
Disgusting fucking human appetite Fear the end of your exploitations
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