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From afar I seen you grazing

Then I thought to myself to skin you

Inside my Earth I found you

Alone as a freak

Imp this racist being

Imp the lounge in cheek

I gather gold

Like a panhandler foretold

I believe in nothing

Like the crab eating dead cousins

Follow me if you will

I'll wait for you beside this hill

As the mountain I'll climb

I find you before time....

Sands that run out...

Time stands still

Pull the trigger

And down the hill

For whatever side feeds me

I'll still kill

For it is my will

And this is my sword

A vegan never to be

At my very knell