The wheels turn
Stretching the line too thin
Burning bush sedates
Fighting for possession
War possesses US
Brings nothing but hate
White cross
Talking heads
Sucking blood from desert stones
Lying with the corpses
Turning world over
Cruel fingers squeeze dry
Squirming animals
Have a nice day
Because we're waiting for you
On the other side of midnight.
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