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I always give my man the last word I always give him what he deserves But don't forget that little twist Of cyanide in his little gift Experimental beings no longer match So, what's the catch? The seas are empty, seize the drink Seize the day, he who sees his ego May not see through, may not see you But I see through him I see through him The subject of history in space and time There is nothing left, it goes far beyond The master stroke of the terrorist Brains and moves without prejudice I always give my man the last word I always give him what he deserves But don't forget that little twist Of cyanide in his little gift I always give my man the last word I always give him what he deserves But don't forget that little twist Of cyanide in his little gift Experimental beings no longer match So, what's the catch? The seas are empty, seize the drink Seize the day, he who sees his ego May not see through, may not see you But I see through him I see through him The subject of history through space and time There is nothing left, it goes far beyond The master stroke of the terrorist Brains and moves without prejudice To the here and now To the here and now I always give my man the last word I always give him what he deserves But don't forget that little twist Of cyanide in his little gift In his little gift