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Decimated, beaten to a pulp

Vicious terror, how long can you cope?

Killed another, slaughtered a few

Complete denial, ravaging pews

Your skin, now turns, a pale shade of blue

There is, nothing, more for, you to do

D.O.A.: One more and you're drunk on arrival

D.O.A.: One more, hungover tomorrow

Annihilated, skin turning blue

A spiked chalice served unto you

Salivated, tasted 80 proof

Pulverized voice box, pliered black tooth

Apocalyptic, end of your world

Ten Irish Car Bombs, you know you hurled

Alophobic, scared of another drink

Puking at the bar, pissing on the sink