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When is the hour? Now or never Passing of the sand through hands Un-nurtured See it right in front of me Nulify Wage a war on the spineless I tire of Writhing, crawling - with maggots Writhing, crawling - with maggots Writhing, crawling - with maggots Writhing, crawling - with maggots Lowest getting lower Un-rectified The heirloom of un-culture Swine breeding Divide and yield cocoon sealed Diminished So when is the hour I'd say never Writhing, crawling - with maggots Writhing, crawling - with maggots Writhing, crawling - with maggots Writhing, crawling - with maggots
Writer(s): Owen Packard, Simon Hutchby, Karl Middleton, Graeme Watts, Joe Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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