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Produced poison That's in the air We breathe So it's in our blood Maggots'll bite Our guts to shreds We are sure that Death shall rise Forced pollution Punishment of mankind Forced pollution Until death do us part One by one Our bowels burst And our body Will be filled with pus No-one can help 'Coz we are rotting And that's our fault So enjoy the decay From Letras Mania