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Incubation of a mental disease Transpiration of a spiteful liquid Coming to terms with the devil Threatening like the reaper in a saddle You sow the seeds of discord You'll reap the fruits of death He learned to dominate the gamesmanship of war An outrage, cynic for us all You are a rusty nail in out coffin The world's reminding exhibition One man's meat is another one's posion So kill yourself with tears of joy We'll never accept to bite the dust like this Got a mighty weapon to defned us