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Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful We're burying earth in earth White hands, soft hands carefully This makes no sense What's that sound I hear? I'm lost in a state of confusion Oh ground I despise you, but rejoice in your essence Envy will cease my sky, greed will cease my sky "Here's a farmer that hung himself On the expectation of plenty" At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth Welcome to the museum of the dead Welcome to the museum of the dead Endless gore becomes reality Tradition's dug the grave The inferno has commenced