Now It¡¯s Twenty Twenty-Five
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The Dead Arise To Claim Your Life
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The TV Says It¡¯s Martial Law
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Outside The Streets Run Red With Gore
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Nothing Is Under Your Control
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Contrails Like Portents In The Sky
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Whole Continents Are On The Slide
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As Toxic Seas Boil Black With Blood
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The Realization Dawns We¡¯re Really Fucked
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Nothing Is Under Your Control
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No Germ Of Mercy In This Flesh And Bone
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This Resurrection Will Not Save Your Soul
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Shuddering On The Brink Of Hell
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At The Beginning Of The End
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Now The Abyss Opens Below
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Nothing Is Under Your Control
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Welcome To Armageddon Time
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The End Is Really Fucking Nigh
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A Carnival Of Homicide
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This Thing Is Eating Us Alive
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Nothing Is Under Your Control
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Is This The Fall Of Man?
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Is There No Way We Can
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Survive?
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Nothing Is Under Your Control
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No Gene For Mercy Written In These Bones
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This Resurrection Will Not Save Your Soul
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Shuddering On The Brink Of Hell
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At The Beginning Of The End
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Now The Abyss Opens Below
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Nothing Is Under Your Control
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Save Your Soul
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No Control
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Save Your Soul
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No Control
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This Centre Cannot Hold
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No Control
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Save Your Soul
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Everything Is Not Under Control
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