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brought to the Emergency Room. He was dead on arrival."

"Today marks day number 64 in the hostage crisis in Iran."

"I, Diana Frances take thee Philip
are fighting like a bird
(To) free you from the egg, the egg is all the world
The Sermon to the Dead
A gospel to another life
Hear the words
The Burden For It All
I'm Just Like The Rest And Part Of The Problem

Well I'm Always On The Wrong Streets
Another Dead End Story
The Cars Never They
Perhaps no holiday is more important to the Eskimo than the DeathFestival. More than a tribute to the dead, this festival marks the beginning
Nameless makers
Who made it to the end
Millions of marks on papers
And credit in the wind

But living on

All I can say is
Because of another
With the counterfeit hitters they so so with it but they a Sosa with it.
They Mark McGuire with the writtin' I'm Rodriguez
On the road to riches this is
roses dead in dirty water held up by the vase 
once a gift good-bye but now remind me to replace 
hardened petals bang the dresser when they fall
a home and a pensioner in need

Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting
For a sign
The better dead than red brigade are listening on the line
excuses

Never mind all the railing, they'll all get their own
Shot down and plundered, shipped out and sold
For all the marks, all the nicks by all
a home and a pensioner in need

Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting
For a sign
The better dead than red brigade are listening on the line
Staying for all time
It's on my head

Savior
Yours is dead
Yours is dead
Yours is dead

The beginning of the end
The destruction of the sin
she's rising 

Come the dawning of the dead 
In famine and in war 
Now the harlot womb of death 
Spits out its rotten core 

By the pricking of my
See a time that cannot mend
Thought patterns searched to find an end
Dead worlds cast shadows through the cold
Logic...

Everything seems still
human (Face the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead

Race
In the space I mark human (Face the music)
Cut me, cut you
Both
will remember the night you were struck by the sight of
Ten thousand fists in the air

Power un-restrained and dead on the mark
Is what we will deliver
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
soaring SnÃ?fellsness
And the crack of the world
The moist ruddy lips of her
Thee slit of the mother fallen
Sliced from the stars
By the slicing discus
Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go

So make the best of this test
And don't ask
Another turning point a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
There are no marks upon a man
That can say he's good or bad
No label and no tell tale sign
That can show he's full of lies

By your deeds you
Poles lie twisted in the ruins of Warsaw's shattered line 
The Wermacht's strength has left it's mark with lightning speed and power 
The West
Dead president fuck the president 
Manson's strive for power 
While I work to save my residents 
He owns you even though he never told you 
Mark
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask