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I saw a pro-file sticker just other day
Another fool who has no right to procreate
Elbows bumping, tempers growing
Veins bulge in my neck and eyes
We're just a bunch of animals
That fuck to survive ... we gotta
Make room, make room
Spread the fuck right out
Make room, make room
For the hand of doom
I built a wall around myself, form a world that's on the brink
There's a problem with my armor
Cause there's just too many chinks
Cyanide the water supply, take a drink and watch'em die
Release ebola in the air, swell and bleed out everywhere
Sarin gas for you to smell, take a train ride, next stop hell
A y2k census and we're all filled up
Like a thick head of beer overflowing it's cup
A culling of humans, a matter of space
Like herd management for the human race.
Line'em up against the wall, aim