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Pandora - Fit for an Autopsy
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Pandora - Fit for an Autopsy
Open Pandora
Open Pandora

Violent twitching towards the closing void
Through a maze of tortured pines, where life withers as one
Broken kin, broken kind
All who tread through the oil-soaked sea deserve the fate of the sinking sky
Our time here is not long
Broken kin, broken kind

Hide your hells in the dirt, where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on еarth, where death will find you

Opеn Pandora
Open Pandora

The curse of coercion, two sides of a horrid mask
Distorted dependance, loyalists to the falsest flags
Wet work on the wasteland, white washing the rubble
It's never "too many graves"
It's always "not enough shovels"

Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
All is calm but then comes the killing
All is calm but then comes the killing
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