This is the year where hope fails you. The test subjects ryb the experiment. And the bastards you know is the hero you hate. But cohesing is possible if we try. There's no reason. Theres's no lesson. No time like the present. Tell me right now, What have you got lose?. What have you got to lose, except your soul?. Who's whith us?
Pulse of the maggots - Slipknot

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