When I die, open wide for this.
Throw your dice, take back.
Turn on us across-the-board winners.
Make your weapons.
Gaping tear, gaping terror.
Open eye, opening. Low pudding, low.
This was on your conscience. Brought down.
We're recklessly looking for the truth.
Yeah, we're looking for looking for the truce.
We'll tear this place apart.
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