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to upstage you (By the pricking of my thumbs) Kill me off but like ban quo I'll come back to plague you (Something wicked this way comes) All martyrs
Burn the instructions or plague the inventor? Quick, easy, and painless I'm a careless romantic Wandering the streets Luring strangers in the dark If
ends, wave to the kid don't hop on the fence, play to the radius far and away, orbit wide don't park in his space, one little martyr who talk in his
thorns I prowled, I prowled for vapid avenue Slurring every word I wished I said Stranded, a nocturnal hell hole I have a dread of becoming a martyr
Poets racking absinthe brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged
Give it to me two worlds are waring in me killing us now raging inside measure the horror in me remove the sickness plaguing my mind two worlds
(Exodus, Baloff) Hatred is spreading like the plague The fuse is cut the line's been frayed The third world's a time bomb ready to blow Soon the earth
With fruit of failure It leads our rebirth into the snake The darkness bleeds throughout the sky in plagues A deep breath of a martyr's dream Scorn of
martyr dumb Each generation says their time has come Doomsday starts when we kill the sun Die, martyr, die Die, martyr, die, martyr, die Die, martyr, die, martyr
I have one desire let it be, a pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses, it is my wish To enslave all your people, the soil enriched with
matters spent this scar, this scar is not permanent choices or chances, or what sinks in water your secret's out, what you held within you've found your plague
unto you Like Rastas heads be dreadin Phoenetic armageddeon (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven) Chorus Verse Three: I hit the planet like a plague The
hide but light will find a way And wither away, haunted and haunting We all are followed by shadows from martyrs and mercenaries Diseased by information, plagued
