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Bring the Master to shoot him... ignore the armies of ghosts.
Zombies pile against the door, it's our only way out.
Does it look like the land is falling or does it seem like the clouds are full of blood
Does it scream like the headstones in the graveyard, on the hill
The great are green and the great will run on dry for the greater the show
Allow the scene that will take place in the heart of the city that glows
Nothing bleeds at the rate we need it to Nothing stays as the raids we warrant rule
Nothing's happening Nothings in our cue What will we do.
Out on the roof, the sun going down, the city's a sound
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