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Zenith Nadir
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and all across America. the poison fires glow
and in the blood of our procreation. annihilation grows
yes love was made for slaves like us, designed to fetishize
consumption, waste and an identity, based on a dying lie
so god forgive America, the end of history is now
and God may save the victim, but only the murderer holds real power
we came across the seas we'd fill with offal and disgust
and any object industry required we bought, enslaved, or we crushed
and now our minds are as naked as the paradise we stripped
and our reward is our entropy, our emptiness is our gift
so God forgive America and every human on this earth
and God forgive the ruined lives, and nothing is what it's worth
and in the blood of our procreation. annihilation grows
yes love was made for slaves like us, designed to fetishize
consumption, waste and an identity, based on a dying lie
so god forgive America, the end of history is now
and God may save the victim, but only the murderer holds real power
we came across the seas we'd fill with offal and disgust
and any object industry required we bought, enslaved, or we crushed
and now our minds are as naked as the paradise we stripped
and our reward is our entropy, our emptiness is our gift
so God forgive America and every human on this earth
and God forgive the ruined lives, and nothing is what it's worth
he looked upon the world and saw it was still depraved 
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Overall: Rotton egg for breakfast
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wildkarrdex
- A daring young man on a flying trapeze.
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Mccormack and richard tauber are singing by the bed
There’s a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There’s devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you’ll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we’ll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair
And in the euston tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn’t give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we’ll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you’ll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they’ll take you from this dump you’re in and stick you in a box
Then they’ll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you’ll stick your head back out and shout we’ll have another round
At the graveside of cuchulainn we’ll kneel around and pray
And God is in his heaven, and billy’s down by the bay
There’s a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There’s devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you’ll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we’ll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair
And in the euston tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn’t give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of cuchulainn we’ll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil’s in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you’ll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they’ll take you from this dump you’re in and stick you in a box
Then they’ll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you’ll stick your head back out and shout we’ll have another round
At the graveside of cuchulainn we’ll kneel around and pray
And God is in his heaven, and billy’s down by the bay
