If it's blood that you need to make the pills go down,
 I will spill the blood
 If the flies that you eat are tasting twice as sweet,
 they came from rotting meat
 If the skin on your teeth is drawing thin like a leaf,
 and you are feeling weak
 You can thank me

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 You say what you gotta say, I know
 Feel the pain that you feel today, I know
 It's a puzzle that we figure out
 Take the hate and you spit it out
 Take what's left and you let it in, let it in

 Now the scum from the creek is filling up your cheeks,
 and you can hardly speak
 While the bones in your brain grind themselves away,
 they will make you sane
 If the steps of your path reflect your building wrath,
 It will be your last
 And you can thank me

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 Got all the symptoms of decay
 You see disease and look away
 Begin the swarming from the caves
 Burning the fields of amber waves
 Raising the dead up from the grave
 Amass an army of rotting slaves