PLANET CEMETERY
the hand basket is full
and we're all going to hell
only god himself knows when
and he will never tell
we stripped our mother naked
and raped her til she screamed
we were having so much fun
we didn't hear a thing
then we took her babies
and ground them into dust
and turned the love of beauty
into synthetic lust
the shit kept getting higher
so we kept digging deeper
because of the seeds we sowed
death became the reaper
once a furtile garden
in a world of good and plenty
now a graveyard full of weeds
on planet cemetery
and we're all going to hell
only god himself knows when
and he will never tell
we stripped our mother naked
and raped her til she screamed
we were having so much fun
we didn't hear a thing
then we took her babies
and ground them into dust
and turned the love of beauty
into synthetic lust
the shit kept getting higher
so we kept digging deeper
because of the seeds we sowed
death became the reaper
once a furtile garden
in a world of good and plenty
now a graveyard full of weeds
on planet cemetery
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