To An End - Worms lyrics

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To An End - Worms lyrics

Smell gasoline, smell vermin. (Swarm the streets) Crowd the minds of men. Stare down rose clouds Holocaustic angels sing d**h. Praising fragments and failure. Worn bodies hung low. Smell gasoline, smell vermin. (Swarm the streets) Crowd the minds of men. Let the crown slide hanging like an albatross. Strangled knights die, bled through the page. This bloody sky is all we own. Anthropology of loathing. This is mine. All I own

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