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Mechanised ExterminationDown in the trench feeding from the stenchOf a slithering slug of treachery It's no important cog, it's a rotten dog And it used to come slobbering on me Heed silent bells for they know it well And this knife is thirsty for its blood Better stay on track and watch its yellow back Or it will lay down limp in the mud What can't be known is the depth it's sown But none of it's been the truth Slithering worm wanna watch it squirm Like a runt on a hot tin roof Abuse the word team fuel its desperate scheme That makes it a stinking liar The head's too fat, the conniving rat We should set the whole thing on fire Run... for your life... from the knife... That's been pulled from my back Now is aiming straight at you When the firm start to squirm under fire And the situation's dire Mechanised extermination Cull... til we stand on the land unopposed Free from all our woes Mechanised extermination Sailing fast cause we're right on your arse And I can feel your sweat from here You've clouded good minds with your filthy lines But mine's still crystal clear You've blown too hard and your sails are marred Now you can't keep up the pace Our cannons are loaded and your pride's exploded Now the music you must face Run... for your life... From the knife... That's been pulled from my back Now is aiming straight at you When the firm start to squirm under fire And the situation's dire Mechanised extermination Cull... til we stand on the land unopposed Free from all our woes Mechanised extermination Stand our ground while it jumps around Making noise that makes us sick Its sanity wanes, as its vanity gains Still nothing inside clicks A hollow shell and a filthy smell Is all that's present here Take my leave for it will never retrieve The glory of yesteryear Run... for your life... From the knife... That's been pulled from my back Now is aiming straight at you When the firm start to squirm under fire And the situation's dire Mechanised extermination Cull... til we stand on the land unopposed Free from all our woes Mechanised extermination |