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Count the dead

And wake up fear

Don't try to sleep

I'm gettin' near

One thousand nightmares

Smile in your face

One million butchers

Slashing the air

Can't loose unpleasant feeling

That job was completly done

You can't stop hearing

It's waiting to kill

We made destruction

In own private way

To crush for shure

To let it burn

Suddenly quite sure

Intolerate !

Count our dead

Next day's complete

Another one ahead

More pleasure morning

And light weight work

The crowd know nothing

About your fucking job

Time to dying

More time for fun

Time for hoping

Karma to burn

It's brutal habit

To keep that style

It's cruel something

To keep us smile !