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LYRICS:
The end of days is getting closer than you think

The fire burns outside so pour yourself a drink

You know that holy water’s poison through and through

Might as well believe in God—he don’t believe in you.

Cigarettes and rosaries

Neither work too well

Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself

Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself

They say love can’t be bought, you know that talk is cheap

Save your blood, sweat, and tears. They sell that on the street.

Seven billion, trillion stars, and not one worth a damn. 

They ask me for my name but I don’t know who I am

Boycotts and picket signs

Another cry for help

Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself

Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself

You are your own tomorrow,

bound to nothing else

Don’t kill your, kill your, kill yourself

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