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The hate machine grinds and grinds and grinds

Making and taking its time all of the time

And what’s yours is no longer yours

It’s mine, it’s mine

When there are questions and questions there will always be

About why it was you and really why it was me

The answers will always be

That what I yearn for is a world that burns

So fire it up while we light it up

An ecstasy of flame changes the name of the game

It cleanses and it cleans and the emperor is the emperor of seem

Beautiful beautiful

And yet…is this the best that we can get?

For the sordid and the shame

On legs that are lame

We crawl and we crawl just the same

Just the same