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So who's left, who will be next
There's no preference here
Just as long as there's flesh
And now there's no way out
You're all going down
Piece be piece, and limb by limb
Scattered all around on the ground

And with the dawn comes a new day
And we return to our normal ways
No memory of what we've done
Except the signs that we had fun

Odotus.