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Prophet for Profit
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CLOUDS ARE GAINING STRENGTH, THIS MUST BE THE END OF DAYS. WITH A SIMPLE SHAKE OF THE EARTH YOU SPEAK OUR FATE. BLIND COMEDIAN, I'M SO AMUSED BY THE LACK OF TRUTH. CASH YOUR CHECKS AND HIDE, WITH EVIDENCE LOST, YOUR LEFT HIGH AND DRY. SO PLEASE SELL ME ON MY DESTINY, WHATS NEXT? THE ULTIMATE INVESTMENT. FIND THE FIRE AND THE BRIMSTONE IN THE SKY, IT DISAPPEARED WITH YOUR LIES, WE'RE FINE. USE THE DIRTY SEAS TO EXPLAIN YOUR PARODY. BLIND HISTORIAN, GO WRITE A BOOK ON HOW TO BE A CROOK. CASH YOUR CHECKS AND BUY YOUR RESIDENCE, THEN DIE ALONG THE MOUNTAIN SIDE. SO PLEASE......THE APOCALYPSE CAME IN LIKE A LAMB. SHOULD I THANK GOD I'M FINE? OR SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU MARKED US AS DAMNED WHEN ALL THE BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS. PLEASE.... THIS IS THE END OF DAYS AND I'M LAUGHIN'
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MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I RECALL THE VOICES IN MY HEAD. MAYDAY! MAYDAY! I RECALL BEING LEFT FOR DEAD. A LONE PULSATING SOUND IN THE SMOKE FILLED AIR. WE'LL JOIN THE PARANOID. TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT, TURN AROUND REPEAT AGAIN. THE COAST IS CLEAR, TAKE ME HOME. IT'S A MIRACLE I AM WRITING YOU TODAY. SO I WISH YOU WELL AS I ROT IN HELL. I'M SURVIVED BY YOUR SMILE, THANK YOU DARLIN! I HAVE MADE THIS BED, NOW I'M LAYING DOWN ON IT. I WILL CARRY ON, THEY WILL SING MY SONG, YOU'LL RECIEVE APOLLOGIES SAYING YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF ME. SO PLACE YOUR BETS ON ME. I'M A VEGAS DREAM, AN ACE OF CASUALTY. TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT, TURN AROUND REPEAT AGAIN. WHERE'S MY HEAD, SEND ME HOME. IT'S A MIRACLE THAT MY LETTER FOUND IT'S WAY....SO FAREWELL, I'M A PAWN FALLEN DOWN. SAY MY NAME TO THE MASSES NOT TO DIE IN VEIGN. (SCREAM): MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SOMEBODY SAVE ME! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! SOMEBODY PLEASE COME SAVE ME!
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MY THROAT'S ON FIRE. THANKS FOR THE KISS, YOUR LIPS CONTAIN A TOXIN THAT I CAN NOT DISMISS. YOUR SEE THROUGH DRESS AND LIQUID SKIN, A CRAVING WORTH THE SHAKING, CAN I HANDLE IT? I'M SO EXCITED, I'LL ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCE, SO LONG BETTER DAYS. I'M UP, I'M DOWN, AND ALL AROUND. WHERE IS THE FENCE, I CAN'T PICK A SIDE. MY BEAUTIFUL DEMISE, SHE'S HERE, USING MY FEAR. I GOTTA RUN BABY....RUN AWAY. MY BEAUTIFUL DEMISE IS BACK, JUST BREATHE, RELAX. I GOTTA RUN BABY...RUN AWAY, THE DEVIL'S MASQUERADE. THE SWEET EMBRACE THAT OWNS MY NERVES, YOU ARE MY SAVING GRACE AND ALL FOUR LETTER WORDS. SO BUILD ME UP AND TEAR ME DOWN, I'M WEARY OF YOUR WAYS WHEN I HIT THE GROUND. LETS MAKE THIS QUICK, I'M FELLING SICK, A HOPELESS CASE ONLY YOU CAN FIX. THE SHEILDS ARE OFF AND I AM OPEN TO YOUR TRICKS, LET'S ENJOY THE RIDE, MY BEAUTIFUL DEMISE...OH TEMPTRESS YOUR WILL IS SO STRONG, YOU'VE GOT ME BARELY HOLDING ON.
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time's at hand. I'm ready to take on the world. Resistance to the night. Clever like, the monsters are all in disguise hiding from the sound of light. Suck em dry, they're feeding on everyonels patience through a lie. The vampires campaign: "pick me over the rest. I promise I will invest your wealth on suicide bets. Pick me over the sane." the rational are to blame, an addicts repeat of shame. Time to kill, lets penetrate their greedy hearts and watch them bleed out green. Brilliantly, the slain is like a parasite, in death he still has spread like disease. Let it ride. They're feeding... Restore our health with a vile containing life of tomorrows child
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head full of photographs, the fantasies that will wear me down. this lovely fruit you bear could poison wells and destroy my ground. so please tie me up first so i can say i had no choice beautiful, and leave me to the wolves cause im spoiled meat and they love me. now proceed to make the water warm, ill tread without a sound. and i believe pandora has a smile, her anguish has been found.
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