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some are made of paper... burn
some are made of fire...burn paper
this is how we are made
of stuff that's lethal
the slayer and the slain
look at all the people
stab 'em with a steeple
can't stand the sight of blood
what are you...a stick in the mud
you're standing on the wrong planet
here we are, wounded
pull back the bandage
see the painful scar
a lot of blood lost for not
down here we get shot
over there we get shot
over here we get shot
doesn't take a lot
some will, some might, some will
it don't take skill to kill... but still
there's an art to... dying
