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ThE dEaTh SoNg
tHe LaMb Of GoD
BoRn AgAiN
bUrNiNg FLaG
CoMa bLaCk
VaLeNtiNe's DaY
tHe FaLL oF aDaM
KiNg KiLL 33
CoUnT tO SiX aNd DiE
GoDeAtGoD
tHe FiGhT sOnG
DiSpOsAbLe TeEnS
TaRgEt AuDiAnCe
iN tHe ShAdOw Of ThE vALLeY oF dEaTh
CrUci-FiCtiOn iN sPaCe
A pLaCe iN tHe DiRt
tHe NoBoDiEs
PrEsiDeNt dEaD
tHe LoVe SoNg

Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down
and hold yourself

Dear god can you climb up that tree
meat in the shape of a 'T'

Dear god the paper says you were the King
in the black limousine

Dear John and all the King's men
can't put you head together again

Before the bullets
before the flies
before authorities take out my eyes
the only smiling are you dolls that I made
but you are plastic and so are your brains

Dear god the sky is as blue
as a gunshot wound

Dear god if you were alive
you know we'd kill you

Before the bullets
before the flies
before authorities take out my eyes
the only smiling are you dolls that I made
but you are plastic and so are your brains