Once a slave, forever damned.
To hell we crawl with fractured hands.
Blood in the roots, our dying tree.
Here is the grave you cannot leave.

Every landfill has its whore.
Every sunrise has its sore.
Even utopia has its wars.
I'm not leaving this landfill without a whore,
A dead fucking whore.

Kiss your cross, you sleep at night,
with a gun and overbite.
Oblivion, beneath your wings.
I'll burn alive all of your dreams.

Every landfill has its whore.
Every sunrise has its sore.
Even utopia has its wars.
I'm not leaving this landfill without a whore,
Without a fucking whore.

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