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in a flash it all changes
i no longer have the bug
death has left me and went on to the next
the evil of a thousand
played a part in the play of death
daced with hitler once or twice
sick and smelly
all i got is the memeries of hate and all the beauty
crazy girls eyes deep ways out of there
out the door down the street
is it that bad
all the evil of a thousand men
trying to size up there prey
caught them all
and now there mine
and now they try
on and on it goes on and on and on
Eyes that are gray with hate
somewhere in a far off thought
gray with hate and missunderstanding
can't see