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Bony promises
give up their cores
And snakeheaded kings
get intoxicated of blood
 
And once again the old weary world
will get its
scarred dawn
 
The green sun
stumbles up
into the sky
In derelict streets
resounds a crazy rhyme
 
The faceless guys
are making love to their ladies
As in the shadows bats
are disemboweling their prey
 
And once again the old weary world
will get its scarred dawn