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Trap Them – The Facts Lyrics

Rock

An electric
Grind the bodies up
What if we never had to pick our skin?
What if we all just finally burned?
So we waited and waited
We waited and we waited

As they crawl through hell
As they watch inside those beds
As they try to make it, make it dead

I am that goddamn son of a bitch
In the dead of the night
I am that goddamn son of a bitch

I was the cancer, I was the famine
I was the flood, I was the plague
I am that goddamn son of a bitch

Consider me the worm
Consider us the lurch

As they limp, burnt brains
As they fall, drown in the rain
As they try to take it

I am that goddamn son of a bitch
In the dead of the night
I am that goddamn son of a bitch

I am the cancer, I am the famine
I am the flood, I am the plague
I am that goddamn son of a bitch

It comes to bear now, look at the crows
We're the fear to the dead
We're the blood to the bone
Through the thick and thin, you know the dead
We're the cancer they control
We ran our tongues right up your throat
We took a seat
We took a seat
As our own

I am that goddamn son of a bitch

I was the cancer, I was the famine
I was the flood, I was the plague
I am that goddamn son of a bitch
I am that goddamn son of a bitch (In the dead of the night)
I am that goddamn son of a bitch

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