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Murder in the First - Fit for an Autopsy
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Murder in the First Fit for an Autopsy

Murder in the First - Fit for an Autopsy
[Intro]
Dear devil, we tried to move them
We had all the facts
They just overruled them
Slaves to the gods they see in the mirror
Self-inflicted prisoners
Alone for another winter, cold forever

[Verse 1]
Take everything from them!
They are nothing but a pile of possessions
Empty underneath the rubble
Lost in their selfish transgressions
Godless!

[Hook]
Bigot nations, cursed at birth
Wealth to wastelands
Murder in the first
Bigot nations, cursed at birth
Wealth to wastelands
Murder in the first

[Verse 2]
Pencil pushers and prescription poppers
Take two and call me when you're numb
Or when your mind succumbs
Worship your workshops
Like thoughtless fucking pigeons with your heads cut off
Twitching in a foolish fucking rhythm
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