"What's your plan?" said the serpent to the man
Your life is getting shorter by the hour
Before you were born to a planet full of scorn
You were destitute and dripping drunk with power
Man, you can't see through your blind heresy
The path you choose will never take you higher
Illuminate then dominate, forget the plan, incriminate
The choice you choose will bring eternal fire
Get up
Get up
"Does this tale have a fate? Because the hour's gettin' late"
Asked the wise one with the premonition shown
Build it up and burn it down, now the king has lost his crown
Heaven without death was never known
Kill the first born, no attempt to weep or mourn
Genocide is all that you desire
Obliterate, incinerate, the world is on fire
Death to the king, now this hangman's for hire
Drifting away as if life doesn't care
Asleep on the killing floor, it's you that belongs there
Drifting away as if life doesn't care
Asleep on the killing floor, it's you that belongs there
You that belongs there
Drifting away as if life doesn't care
Asleep on the killing floor, it's you that belongs there
Drifting away as if life doesn't care
Asleep on the killing floor, it's you that belongs there
You that belongs there
Get up
We're asleep on the killing floor
Get up
We're asleep on the killing floor
Get up
We're asleep on the killing floor
Wake the fuck up!
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