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The Throne of Agony - Foetus
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The Throne of Agony Foetus

The Throne of Agony - Foetus
Hello operator, give me no-man's-land
Collect call to no one at all
Been yelling into an empty closet
To the point of no return (and no deposit)

Fiddlin and watchin while Rome boins
A roll of the dice: The woim toins

Hello central, give me no-man's-land
From a walking waste disposal unit
A transfusion from me'd kill the faint of heart

Alas poor Yorick
I knew me well
But I've been killing my brain cell-by-cell
It only take a bullet to make the woim toin
And this one's for you

Toll is belling
The signs is telling
Nose is running
Feet are smelling
Currently less than a human wreck
Give me a break!
Start at the neck
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