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When the great pyramids Dragged themselves out to this spot A sickness sank into the little one's heart Mama said son That's just the cold That's just the emptiness It's being alone In the dark You'll get used to it You'll have friends who won't come home You'll see their bones Not separate yet from death But you'll get used to it You'll get used to it We all get used to it See the bloody arrow above us See the blood that underlines it Dark repetition From Letras Mania