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The wolf is at the door
The bottle's on the floor
We run from all before us
We can't take it anymore
A prophet self-declared
His rich aromas tell
Of ruin and undoing
And trinkets to sell
Without a leg to stand on, it's better now to crawl
Without a leg to stand on, it's not so far to fall
Prepare for open war
Prepare for ceaseless ache
Prepare to struggle downwards
Dragging screeches in your wake
Without a leg to stand on, it's better now to crawl
Without a leg to stand on, it's not so far to fall
We are the instruments of your destruction
The bottle's on the floor
We run from all before us
We can't take it anymore
His rich aromas tell
Of ruin and undoing
And trinkets to sell
Without a leg to stand on, it's not so far to fall
Prepare for ceaseless ache
Prepare to struggle downwards
Dragging screeches in your wake
Without a leg to stand on, it's not so far to fall
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