Songtexte Doomsday, Inc. - Black Label Society
                                                Holy 
                                                and 
                                                high, 
                                                the 
                                                engines 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                grind
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shotgun 
                                                speaks 
                                                the 
                                                final 
                                                word
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                race 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                end, 
                                                keep 
                                                killing 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beneath 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                what 
                                                can't 
                                                be 
                                                heard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Roads 
                                                paved 
                                                in 
                                                flesh, 
                                                the 
                                                bombs 
                                                which 
                                                have 
                                                been 
                                                blessed
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                blackout 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                doom
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                race 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                end, 
                                                keep 
                                                killing 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                casket 
                                                which 
                                                fills 
                                                the 
                                                room
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slither 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                maggots 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                worms 
                                                below
 
                                    
                                
                                                Warped 
                                                confusion, 
                                                mental 
                                                illness 
                                                bestowed
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                inward 
                                                view, 
                                                an 
                                                outward 
                                                pass 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Disillusioned 
                                                warhead 
                                                of 
                                                reality
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gathered 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                feast, 
                                                the 
                                                tables 
                                                set 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                deceased
 
                                    
                                
                                                How's 
                                                the 
                                                dead, 
                                                no 
                                                peace, 
                                                no 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                race 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                end, 
                                                keep 
                                                killing 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                Doomsday 
                                                calling 
                                                till 
                                                nothin's 
                                                left
 
                                    
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