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von Filthy Militia

Sends a shiver down my spine as I cross another line
All jacked up and I′m running out of time
Never let the truth get in the way of a good story
With a finger on the pulse and one eye on the clock
Vestigial little creatures going running amok
Worming their way onto another page of history


Hold on, I think it's coming back to me
How I came to find myself here
This morbid curiosity has made a fool of me
And all that I have left is the fear

Will you not be satisfied until we cry for more?
One more weight to slowly drag us down
Hopelessly devoted to what you have in store
Selling each passing moment by the pound

Hold on, I think it′s coming back to me
How I came to find myself here
This morbid curiosity has made a fool of me
And all that I have left is the fear