Welder
Eisenkopf
Pray to the Lord of the Flies
Imagine the power goes out for some reason
just a few days three or four then everything happens very quickly
Gangs roam the streets looting
the last barrier falls and your little house burns
every one of you is there
pray to the Lord of the Flies, fall to your knees
this throne that puts us above animals is very shaky
do you think arguments count
when it's dark out there at night
when technology fails the fist rules
the dance about the golden calf begins
each of you will be there
pray to the Lord of the Flies fall on your knees
your God is just a dead pig
rotting there on the side of the road
pray to the Lord of the Flies fall on your knees pray

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