The builders and the butchers, rot into the core.

Every day, every day, every day, I close my eyes and go to sleep.

Without a devil, only knows all the dirty signals that you hear.

Burning down, breaking down, even down, with a cold caracene.

Burning diesel in the stone, you're burning when you're drinking gasoline.

Can you know the whole world's rot into the core?

Can you know the whole world's rot into the core?

Long fingers, it's a wire to reach it, that's flying in front of me.

Never a mountain's made of stone, but still in fact, still in all the steam.

And the stillness in the calm of broken, by the rising sea.

And the sky becomes a stone, the sun is down, and all the stars are screaming.

Can you know the whole world's rot into the core?

Can you know the whole world's rot into the core?

Burning wigs from the cradle, shakes from the tunnels at the door.

Mama turns her head and hear me don't come around no more.

Did you know the whole world's rot into the core?

Every day, every day, every day, I close my eyes and go to sleep.

But don't we know all the dirty signals that you hear.

Can you know the whole world's rot into the core?

Do you know the whole world's rot into the core?

Do you know the whole world's rot into the core?

Do you know the whole world's rot into the core?

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