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Instruments Of Death

Welcome to your life of concentration

The killing has just begun

Another disposable creation

There is no place to run

Electrodes are attached around your body

Needles are injected in your skin

Disrupted life expectancy

No spirit, no soul, no sin


Instruments of death are cutting through your mind

Exposing a disease you thought was hard to find

No one ever said that life would be so kind

With instruments of death

As part of this routine examination

He'll force you to relax and to unwind

Slicing into your imagination

All positive emotions left behind

Behold - The deadly doctor's scalpel

As it cuts into your brain

A victim of worthless anesthesia

You die in pain - no gain

[Chorus x2]

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