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    [Lyrics by K. Nardi]

    Look around, it's all going black
    Tons upon tons and it's breaking our backs
    We're setting our course
    Leading ourselves, one by one
    To the butcher's block

    We're sharpening the axe ourselves
    Grinding it sharper to cut through the world
    Touching the blade to the grinding stone
    Hold ourselves down awaiting the cut

    We're killing ourselves by running away
    We've got to stop before it's too late
    Six feet under is where we will be
    Deeper and deeper
    We're digging our own graves

    We're sharpening the axe ourselves
    Grinding it sharper to cut through the world
    Touching the blade to the grinding stone
    Hold ourselves down awaiting the cut

    If we take the seeds of time
    And throw them to the wind
    To fall upon the infertile soil
    The weeds of carelessness shall overtake the land
    Until there is nothing left to destroy
    And if we fail we can't go back
    We can't go back
    It's in our hands
    The fate of man

    Our heads on the block, is this the end?
    The decision is ours, our necks will not mend
    We're setting our course
    Leading ourselves
    To the butcher's block

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