teach them a brand new waynna whole new way of twisting and turning and carving their insides outnnbut dont look at themnnnnlondons on firennsurrounded by colonel the kingnnthe dogs of warnnthe ants on the floor are hardly marching anymorennthe fools are off making their bedsnnnnwith white sheets they play the ghostnnarmada! oh armada!nnare you listening anymorenntheyve failed usnnnndeserter. freee is not free of costnn10,000. yeah that sounds about right.nnnnbut for shame, theyve come to shorennon sails of falsitynnwhat force has crowned the cruelnnall hell has made this burdennnbearing prosthetic limbsnnand now the race is runnntheres torture on the menunnof art and holy //deathnnof art and holy //deathnnnnnnbut for shame, theyve come to shorennon sails of falsitynnwhat force has crowned the cruelnnholy death