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Armed – With the skills of my feet
The slaughter now beckons
Shoes - Second to none
With a facedate to the ground
The time has arrived
To rectify the meaning of your life

D-Day is here
Conjuring of footwear everywhere
The fun is when you kill on the run
Your foot fear brings you closer to Kingdome Come

I’ve come to realize I wouldn’t mind to help those in need
In my ears it does seem like selfhelp to me
There’s more than enough shit beneath the soles of my feet
To justify me going too far

And for me to issue a hit – Size plus is the shit
And death by falling to the ground - Is kinda fun
Aah! A burning bastard in a ditch
Is better than a goddamn moocher in your kitchen

D-Day is here
And there’s footwear everywhere
The fun is when you kill on the run
When foot fear brings you closer to death

Fear no more
Impending gore
Life’s too short to care for
Your flesh and soul
Discarded whole
When all the bones and skin’s been sold

Time to stroll down dismembering lane
To go east to west and plant faces in the rain
Come summer and shine – I’ll cut you down
And honor the human harvest time

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