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It's been doing some thinking And felt fair that she should know All actions in which partake Are far beyond it's control Whether it was born or bred (Genetic, Environment) I wouldn't bother to ask it why Simply concentrate on when It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed Making plans but It won't tell So longs to hear her final words: "I brought this on myself" The theory of futility Now you'll learn, so be prepared Enemies are equal to Wrath times the speed of fright squared If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you... you-who My God helps those who help themselves Of thus, she shant be ashamed Crawl into line and wait your turn Remember Jesus slaves Department of Probation: Letras de canciones"Legally It can't be blamed, held therfore unaccountable since It's clinically insane - what a shame again" If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you... you-who You must decide We're out of time No place to hide Your choice, not mine! From Letras Mania