They will ask for favors.
Could run could hide.
When delivered they will not even ask your name.
Blood in their eyes, dirt on your hands.
Once they're all gone you will never know their names.
Hate spreads and hate spreads so...
Let's kill everyone. Let's be done.
We're all the same now that we're all gone.
What's the difference?
Everyone's got their cause.
Everyone's got their own god.
Guess we are all flawed.
Blood on our hands.
And our leaders are wise.
Once we're all dead.
Paradise.
Let's kill everyone. Let's be done.
We're all the same now that we're all gone.
Why not kill everyone?
What's so wrong?
Finally the same.
Finally we're all gone.
This is paradise when we're all gone.

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