Now I see you, trouble, it's coming up ahead, Black dogs running through the fields, they're dripping red, The world is quiet, there is nothing left unsaid, A million image, million capture, million dead.

And all by the fooling round with daisy chains on our heads
It is coming now, my friend, and it's the end
 

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