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Fields of Agony Punk-Metal
When I step on this ant You won't care It's only an ant Far from its lair
But you must know You are an ant too And just as easy An A-Bomb will crush you
You will melt You will burn You will rot away Your scorched little face won't see the end of this day
A-Bomb one for every fool A-Bomb old warfare isn't cool A-Bomb efficient and so quick A-Bomb stop I'm getting sick
Let's Mutilate We throw the die We chop of an arm We make it cry
We don't care Its Life is a lie We don't care We don't even try
Torture vengeance is so sweat Torture rip of some meat Torture that will do the trick Torture stop I'm getting sick
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