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OUR PATHOGEN - In the woods just on the outskirts of town, by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop, the body of a kid from around here was found under leaves, under brush, and in two weeks they’ll be clamoring for blood. Coming back from commercials in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. We just can’t sell the truth half as well as the shit that we shovel to pacify ourselves. We’re birthing demons. And pointing fingers at everyone else. In the woods just on the outskirts of town, by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop, hand covered mouths and finger pointing abounds. Cause we can't blame ourselves for the fucked up things that fester in our towns. Coming back from commercials in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. We just can’t sell the truth half as well as the shit that we shovel to pacify ourselves. We’re birthing demons. And pointing fingers at everyone else. Coming back from break in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. There are no devils or demons to be found in the woods by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop. Just some fucked up kids that everyone forgot in the woods by the docks at the end of the streets… in your backyard.
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