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Pouring gasoline

On an open flame

You'll blow yourself up too

Back and forth

We waver between

Apocalypse and salvation

Open your eyes

Blind death

We are all going to die

Die

Die

We are all going to die

Die

Die

We are all going to die

Approaching the demise

The ultimate cataclysm

Ecstatic flash of pain

It will be over in a moment

You

Won't

Feel

A

Thing

You

Won't

Feel

A

Thing