"Death to Our Enemies (We'll Make 'Em Sorry)" as written by and Graham/st. John Fink....
We fold in cold
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone

We sold our soul
The spring of life we've left and grown
In bold strip code
The choice is chalk
The path is known

We fold in cold
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to

Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way

We fold in cold
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to

Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way


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