Lyrics
Wake up with a Gasp,
Unsure of who you are,
Unsure of where you are,
Death Toll rising.
Trembling with your Fear,
Unsure of when you are,
Unsure of what you are,
Not surprising.
Tear a Hole in Mind,
I'm sure of what you'll find,
I'm sure of what to blind,
Praise this Cancer.
Disease encroaches nearer,
It screams to be reborn,
Thus, ripped unto its Scorn,
A filthy Cancer.
Bombs refuse to die,
You fall into the Sky,
'Til the end of time you'll cry,
"Praise this Cancer!"
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